This story is fiction, but stories like it are playing out every day all over the world.
For today's prompt the word is "body" and I would like to talk about my past body image issues and how I overcame them. I hope this helps someone else too! ^_^
The story of a girl I know, with a strange way of coping with her anxiety and depression. A girl who tries her best every morning to rise to the occasion, but at night she can finally be herself. ...
This poem is about body image and the view we have of ourselves. Thank you for reading :) <3
A poem about societal pressures, gender expectation and body image. From a mans perspective. Media places a lot of pressure on women and in recent years researchers have found that it is starting to a...
A short poem written on images! A new format I may try out!
Why I sought these "likes" and "comments" from those ... who know nothing beyond what their eyes can see.
is the sadness just an act? part 2 of 2 of this series!
I’ve never felt as alone and unseen as I did last night; I don’t know if I should run from them or change myself to fit in...
I'd like to be happy for the rest of my days, dear God 🎐..
Pushing down the thoughts That burst from your memories like weeds
This story is fiction, but stories like it are playing out every day all over the world.
For today's prompt the word is "body" and I would like to talk about my past body image issues and how I overcame them. I hope this helps someone else too! ^_^
The story of a girl I know, with a strange way of coping with her anxiety and depression. A girl who tries her best every morning to rise to the occasion, but at night she can finally be herself. ...
This poem is about body image and the view we have of ourselves. Thank you for reading :) <3
A poem about societal pressures, gender expectation and body image. From a mans perspective. Media places a lot of pressure on women and in recent years researchers have found that it is starting to a...
A short poem written on images! A new format I may try out!
Why I sought these "likes" and "comments" from those ... who know nothing beyond what their eyes can see.
is the sadness just an act? part 2 of 2 of this series!
I’ve never felt as alone and unseen as I did last night; I don’t know if I should run from them or change myself to fit in...
I'd like to be happy for the rest of my days, dear God 🎐..
Pushing down the thoughts That burst from your memories like weeds