#im insecure

[let-me-be-skinny-and-pretty]

[prettyinpink69]

♥︎Thick thighs, pretty eyes♥︎

Wc: 500

Warnings: body issues, self deprecation, slightly suggestive ending

Reblogs are appreciated<3

This is my first time writing something that isn't smut so... I hope you enjoy <3

Insecurity. One thing you had always dealt with your whole life, obviously when you became a teen it got worse, but it never really left you. However Sevika caught you self deprecating yourself before you when realised you were most of the time, like right now. She had told you to get ready for dinner, wear something nice but not too dressy because to sevika it was 'just dinner'.

You stood there smoothing the dress down over your stomach again and again, in your mind you believed that if you carried on smoothing it down you might actually look smaller. "Come on get it together..." you mutter to yourself. But that never worked, your eyes roamed over your plump arms which were on show as your dress had spaghetti straps. Dark green, silk, a slit up the side revealing the skin of your thick thigh, and the cellulite that comes along with it. Then you look at the black chucky heels on your feet, a strap around your ankle, you knew in your mind it was on the loosest hole of the buckle because you had 'fat ankles'.

Tanned, rough hands gripping your love handles through the silk of your dress snaps you out of your thoughts. "You look... absolutely perfect. Whatever bullshit your brain is telling you ignore it." Sevikas voice was a low growl, yet still held a hint of softness. Her hands moved to roam over your stomach and you sighed "I just... I think it would look better on sombody... smaller." You lift your eyes to meet hers through the mirror, which you instantly regretted because her look could kill. "Dont. Dont you dare even utter a bad word about yourself, because I can and I will cancel dinner to bend you over my lap and spank your beautful ass until you believe me understood?"

Your eyes drop from her eyes to her hands on your stomach. "I don't deserve you... I don't deserve any of this..." tears sting your waterline, you believed every word you said, how could a girl like you be with someone as amazing and quite utterly goddess like? Sevika was carved and sculpted beautifully by the gods, and her you were looking like a scrap statue that went wrong. Your eyes meet hers again when she grabs your jaw and forces your head up to look in the mirror again. "Yes you do princess, do you even know how lucky I feel knowing I get to walk around with you by my side? That men stare because I have you and they dont?'' Her thumb gently caressed your cheek despite the tight grip she had on your jaw. Her other hand pushes your hair off your shoulder and she starts with smaller, gentler kisses working up towards you neck. You gasp when her teeth sink into your sweet spot and sucks, her tongue immediately runs over the area to soothe it and lisk towards your ear. "You know what I think princess? I think... that dress would look way better on the floor, and those fucking thighs around my head hm?.." Her hand slides down your stomach onto your thigh and under the slit in your dress, she finds no panties. You can feel her smirk agaisnt your neck and you knew right there it was going to be a long night...

[butchsuckr]

a pretty girl complimented my nose and idk how to take it bc i always been bullied for my nose 😭🥲

[mrsdickey]

im doing art fight this year, idk what to draw. my birthday is in a week,,,, i want to kill myself with alcohol poisoning

[purelyinsecure]

We’re getting there.

[therealdbx]

@nat-the-rat326 @emily59729 @anomal-studios @killer-bug-boi @silly-lesb21 @piratebeanscore @nothing-notable @girlsnap

I pulled off the biggest stunt....but at what cost

and I saw a memory of the past which I don't want to revisit and I got scared when I went under I couldn't breath all I saw was a flash of light and I thought I was gonna die to the ocean and later in the day I have to run and hide from these people and I after I wondered if I am even good enough or are they right.

[soulicious]

My biggest issue is that I think I'm qualified to be a Victoria's Secret Angel but at the same time I think I'm the ugliest thing to walk the planet.

[pugasoraus]

I hate myself for being shallow, but I'm so tired of being ugly.

I went to orientation for my new job today. I sat across from a girl who was so effortlessly pretty, it felt like the universe was mocking me. She was thin and gorgeous, and the worst part was, she wasn't even trying. She was in a worn out t-shirt, no makeup, with her hair loosely braided. She didn't sit up straight, she didn't try to be charming, she was just there. Being gorgeous. Reminding me of everything I couldn't be.

She had freckles and clear skin and perfect bone structure, white teeth that were perfectly straight and a pretty smile.

And I felt like an idiot sitting across from her. In the morning, I brushed and french braided the hair I'd been growing out for two years and I was so excited about how it looked. I was thrilled that I remembered how to do it, I took inspiration from Rory's hair in Gilmore Girls and I always thought she was perfect. I wore my favourite sneakers, even though they take forever to tie and I was almost late because of it. I brushed my teeth with whitening toothpaste. I wore my favourite bag and an ankle bracelet I made myself. I was excited, and I wasn't insecure because I'd been losing weight over the summer. I was finally becoming optimistic about who I could be. My spark came back in the form of creative pursuits, and it brought with it a tentative confidence that was squashed in that room.

I want to be so many bigger things in my life. I want to be an author. An artist. I want to be an academic and an intellectual. I want to be a cinephile, a bookworm. A good friend. A devoted sister. A good person. I want to fall in love and be consumed by it and let it ruin me. I want to make things - films and plays and books - and show the world. I want to be happy.

But if I'm honest with myself - if I'm really, painfully honest - all I've ever wanted was to look in the mirror and not hate what I see. I think all girls want to be pretty, and that kills me. Girls should want to be more than that. It infuriates me to think about them, ruminating about supermodels and waist sizes and face shapes. But I'm one of those girls. I always have been. I stared endlessly at Disney princesses, movie stars, musicians, and longed for what they had. I watched romcoms and thought, "One day, when I'm grown up and beautiful, that'll be me."

That little girl in me dies every time she catches my reflection or sees a picture of me. She keeps thinking the next thing will change this affliction of ours. She thinks if I grow out my hair, cut bangs, wear makeup, dress nicer, smile more, lose the weight, she'll get her fairytale life where she doesn't have to look out for me anymore. Where she doesn't have to breathe down my neck, watch over my shoulder, and trick the world into being kind to me.

My younger self sat beside me in that room. While I watched the presentation, she watched the beautiful girl across from me. But she didn't hate that girl. She couldn't. She hated me because, try as I might, I'd never become her.

[let-me-be-skinny-and-pretty]

[letsyapthenightaway]

I'm so tired and frustrated of being like “Yeah I'm plus-sized” and people imagine curvy and just slightly chubby.

Like no! I'm big! I'm fat! Is that how people want me to say it?! Nothing wrong with those words but the way people use them in such a degrading way.

Like I've always been big but health stuff and stress/anxiety have made me get bigger plus a couple of other changes and I just feel so shitty!

Like I see the other girls that are the same size as me and they look gorgeous! I wanna be like them and feel like myself again but little things just discourage me so easily. I hate to say it but I just wanna feel pretty again.

[bloodsuckers-inc]

me

“Oh yeah, I don’t think I’m that needy or insecure.”

also me

“They should make a notification for when they read your message through notifications but not open it, BUT THEY DEFINITELY SAW IT”

[dollysionalstuff]

it's getting bad again .・。.・゜✭・

[vickisblogandfarts]

R u still doing the color thingy? Bc here’s the one I picked!

I mean, I deleted it cuz it wasn't getting many attention but, I'm going to do it for your question!

INSECURITIES— I was always insecure about my face, hair and belly. Since I was in 3rd grade, I always turnt sideways to look at my belly (which was flatter than now) and then I thought to myself. My hair was my second insecurity back in 4th grade to the begining of fifth grade. My face was always my main insecurity, since I started kindergarten. I don't really like having mostly blackheads and pimples, but I do not care. That's all I could say if you picked this colour. Thank you for asking!

[therealdbx]

I hate my school

I hate my parents

I hate the fact I'm clingy

I hate how I look

I hate king ghidorah

I hate the rumors about @nat-the-rat326

I hate how @nat-the-rat326 isn't taking this seriously

I hate my cousins

I hate how @anomal-studios left us and I csnt vent to him for help

I hate how I'm still alive after everything

I hate my sister

I hate existing

And most importantly

I HATE MYSELF

[scrbbl-spc]

Comparison Kills Joy

Do not compare yourself to people who have support systems.

Don't compare yourself to people who have never experienced loosing their main support system.

Don't compare yourself to the ones who've had people to pour into their cup when they were even a little down.

And money to spare for their every need, be it just a pizza or a car ride to clear their thoughts.

Don't compare yourself to people who haven't had their person betray them.

Scar them so deeply that life is dull from that moment on.

Don't compare yourself to people who've only ever had to feel the ever budgenoning pressure of their own capability.

And not the ever present changes of life and the doubt of whether your destiny benefits you or is written to cut you just as it has before, unhesitantly.

Don't compare yourself to people who were born a few notches up already.

Who haven't had to crawl their way up through ricocheting bullets.

Don't compare yourself to the people who didn't have to suffer the actions and decisions of their parents but languish in their rewards instead.

Don't compare yourself to people who haven't been scooped out from the inside and left hollow for the wolves to feed on by the one person in the world whom you thought was not supposed to give up on you.

Don't compare yourself to the people who feel happiness, peace, sunlight and success are their default and not thunderstorms.

But I have made do.

I have survived with close to zero resources and maybe you would have too but we'll never know for my path was never meant for you.

Don't compare yourself sweetie, because they have walked their path and you are walking yours. It's a winding path and theirs and yours differ wildly.

But both of you have dirt beneath your feet, be it under branded heels or barefoot.

And the both of you look up to stare at the same captivating sky and watch as the sun sets in the horizon.

Not so similar you are but not so different either.

It hurts though because I look at them thinking "I'm jealous of you". I envy you.

But my life is problematic, I am a shitstorm in its ultimate form so I know no one looks at me and thinks "I am so jealous of her."

"I envy her."

And that hurts. Knowing that I am unfavorable. Undesired. Incapable.

[royaljxd]

The first page is my biggest enemy. 

It is the ringleader of such villains as failure, lacking and…clique.

It is the mockery of my expression.

The friend of my inferiority complex. 

Thus down once more we stare each other down. Its lines are wide and unblinking. 

The page says nothing,

…I am defeated.

My inaction is its trophy. 

The silent stillness is too loud to bear.

But today? A manic surge urges me on. I draw my weapon, stabbing it relentlessly, Staining into meaning, fighting; writing. 

The page lies now scarred with words.

The potential graced.

The inevitable mistakes obviously made.

But I won. 

My biggest enemy writ and gone.

I turn and face my new challenger.

The second.