Self-image Stories

Emma has always battled herself-from body image and self-harm to the pressures of motherhood and adulthood. To the outside world, she's devoted, vibrant, and undeniably coffee-obsessed. Sweet, sugary cups of espresso hide a deeper, more dangerous ritual: skipped meals, constant hydration, and an obsession with control that no one sees. As her body and mind slowly unravel under the weight of her secrets, Emma must confront her inner demons, her painful past, and the parts of herself she has hidden for years. Through hospital stays, therapy, and the unwavering presence of her family, she begins a fragile journey toward healing and rediscovery. Espresso Heart is a raw, intimate story of struggle, secrecy, and resilience-a reminder that the battles we fight inside are often invisible to the world, and that even the smallest victories can be life-changing.

Coming to a new school was everything she wanted but not what she expected. She endured the pain and disgrace everyday but it was too much to bear. How long will she go on like this? Can she live life any longer? would she talk out her feelings? Dive in to find out.... •°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°• Author: Olowoniyi Jesutofunmi Publish date: November 1st Update end:

Georgia and Laura have been best friends for years. An impromptu shopping expedition to a new lingerie store has them discovering more about each other and themselves then they ever could have thought possible.

Jimin was kneeling in front of the toilet, his forehead resting on the seat. He was pale and sickly; tears dripped from his eyes to the cold floor. He was breathing heavily, maybe even hysterically. He didn't seem to notice Hoseok until he heard a gasp. Jimin looked up at his hyung, whose face held an unreadable expression. Hoseok was shocked. He knew Jimin wanted to lose weight, but he never thought he would do something like this. Hello everyone! This was a fanfiction I wrote back in 2016! It was published on another site, but I figured I'd give it a try here as well! I hope the writing isn't terrible, I've decided to repost as is without editing. I don't want to end up changing the story since it was written based on their Most Beautiful Moments In Life era. Enjoy! Trigger warnings: Eating disorder Negative Self-Image

Clara Crossman is an assassin, but her targets aren't even close to human. She hunts down the nastiest things that the Netherworld has to offer. Bound by an unbreakable promise to help one of them, Clara knows she's in too deep. After all, she doesn't even know what sort of Netherworld creature he is. Making a deal with him was a big mistake. How many different ways will she have to pay for that mistake before there is nothing left to give?

Have you ever felt like you are in a good state of mind and then out of nowhere you are trapped again on day one? If you can relate then add this to your reading list and if you read it and do not relate then go ahead and take me off your list.

Outer beauty has become such a big part of our lives nowadays. For some, it becomes an obsession: 'Do I look alright? What do others think?' And soon, it becomes all they care about. What does one do, then?

skin•ny Having very little bodily flesh or fat, often unattractively so; very thin. Shawn Rivers was never the type of guy who exercised to be buff, he was never the type to play sports. He was the definition of clumsy, silly, and definetly skinny. His father would say, "Come on, son! Get your scrawny ass up to the gym or something!" His one and only friend would say, "You're a cool ass guy, Shawn. Don't worry about what everyone else thinks. Just ignore them." His schoolmates would say, "God, you're so bony! You look like a twig." High school; that's what really made him see who he was. Twig was like a second name to him. Shawn's self image went down with his pride, self esteem, and his reputation. Through bullying, arguments, family changes, silly crushes, and meeting new people. Shawn learns that it's not all about what everyone else calls you. It's about what you call yourself. ******* ONE STAND BOOK (Series read in any order) * The School's Twig *The School's Flat Chested

Mirror, mirror on the wall Mirror, mirror I will fall When I look into the mirror What do I see A ugly, scared girl Staring back at me Does a mirror lie, Or is it my eyes? A poem about self-image But what about The Girl Behind The Mirror? A short story about a girl, trapped in the last place you would want to be. Fairlands Mental Institute. And the boy who couldn't help but want to release her. "I was scared to feel again. To feel is to hurt." He replied.

THIS IS NOT A STORY. THIS IS A POEM.

He was hideous and she couldn't stand him.. #63 in freinds on the 14/02/19 #249 in eating disorder 21/02/19 #1 in popularity on the 24/02/19

Short Story

Hi, my name is Leticia. I'm 15 years old and i'm a freshman in high school. I like to think of myself as happy and upbeat. I try to act that way all time, and its easy because i'm naturally happy. Most people think my life is perfect, but those people don't know me. At least not the real me. Only my true and closest friends know my life outside of what everyone sees.

This is a collection of poems and writings of mine that are a slight insight into my "chaotic mind."

Tatiyanna had always been....whats the word? Thick, heavy, husky, big-boned, chunky, chubby........Fat? A fat girls fighting words. Will it take a makeover and a diet to find Tati's photo worthy moment or is there another problem much deeper than the Fat words surronding her life.

Maybe I am tired of hiding Maybe I really do dislike myself Maybe I am tired. Maybe I will go out there bold faced. Maybe I will try and get your attention Maybe I will wash my hair and put my mask on and wear pretty clothes because maybe I will. Maybe I will shove everything aside and maybe try and love something, even if it has to be me first. Maybe I will try and figure out that nothing you or anyone else says, defines me. Maybe one day I will figure out that that particular thought will never go through your mind ever. Maybe I will not care Maybe I will.

This is a true story about my personal struggles with self-image. I think we all go through this at some point in our lives and there are cases where it gets to the point that suicide is considered. Some people eventually get over it others keep the struggle alive. At the begining of this story I am standing in front of a mirror thinking back about many things, but not to fully give away what is happening and what I am doing ... I'll let you go on and read. I wish you all the best and if you have any questions feel free to ask.