#body insecurity tw

[hidden-snow]

𝑆𝑘𝑖𝑛 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝐵𝑜𝑛𝑒𝑠

Requested by @strongheartneteyam

Rating // +18

Warnings // Body insecurities / Smut teaser at the end/ Jealousy / Body image issues / Might be triggering for some readers

Word count // 1,950

You’d never been ashamed of your body before. You’d never had a reason to hate your body before. Sure, you were shorter than most Na’vi girls your age, and you weren’t as thin as they were. Your body held more flesh and you had a bit of a belly that went along with your thick thighs and curvy frame.

With Neteyam, though, everything about you was perfect.

Courtship was something every Na’vi girl dreamed of when growing up, fantasizing about how her future mate would ask her, as well as their future afterwards.

You were no different.

What you weren’t expecting was for Neteyam to be the one to ask.

You’d had a crush on him since childhood and, due to the close bond you both shared, it was no surprise when he started gifting you small intricately-designed bracelets and elegant necklaces, asking you into a courtship with him.

You’d have to admit, you tended to match a person with a stereotype and, even though you were thrilled out of your mind at the prospect of a happy family with the boy of your dreams, you’d thought he was into a different type of woman. A thinner type.

He was quick to snuff out that stereotype, showering you with praise and adoration, and constant kisses all over your body at night when you were expected to be sleeping instead. He knew your body like the back of his hand, having explored almost every inch of you. His favorite thing to do with you was to kiss your thighs, trailing his lips upwards to your belly, before resting his cheek against your stomach.

You would lay there, fingers gently running through the beaded thin braids of his hair, as his head rose and fell with your relaxed breathing.

Trouble didn’t arise until Neteyam started branching out with friends of the opposite gender. Girls would flirt with him in a desperate attempt to take him from your side. He was usually very quick to shut it down and, should you have happened to hear about it later, he made sure you heard about the situations from his own mouth first.

One day, though, you were headed to see him, a handful of picked flowers in your hands to give him as a gift. You had to do a double take, seeing him sitting on the ground while talking with a girl. A skinny girl with thin limbs and the same amount of fingers as him. A skinny girl with a tall frame and pretty black hair.

A skinny pretty girl.

You couldn’t remember him mentioning a new female friend, but it wasn’t like you were against it. You didn’t mind, as long as he made sure to keep her in the friend space and nothing more. You trusted him.

Shaking off your stupor, you approached and gave him the flowers, and the smile on his face was brilliant and dazzling, bright as the stars at night. Your heart fluttered at the smile and you couldn’t help but return it with a sheepish one.

The next day, he was with that girl again. Talking and laughing, as if the bestest of friends. Standing on the edge of the field, arrows drawn back tight, they looked at their targets for a moment before releasing the strings, watching the arrows sink into the bullseye of the trees they’d been aiming for. They looked at each other, smiling in pure pride and happiness, and you can’t help but falter.

Especially when you heard the whispers.

Whispers of people all around you, talking about how perfect of a couple they’d make together. That was the first time you’d begun to feel insecure. That was the first time you’d begun to compare yourself to someone else in the village.

Sure, you were a halfling, just like Neteyam and the other children. You were born from the union of a Na’vi mother and an avatar father. Like Lo’ak, you had five fingers on each hand, and you had the slightest dusting of eyebrows upon your face.

You weren’t the best at archery, nor were you very good at hunting in general. Sure, you’d passed your iknimaya well enough, but you still weren’t one of the best. Instead, you preferred helping with cooking the meals for your people or crafting jewelry and clothing for your fellow people.

This girl… she had more in common with Neteyam than you ever would.

Clutching the bracelet you’d made for him tight to your chest, that was the first time you’d ever fled from him.

It felt like your chest was on fire, like your heart was physically ripping in shreds. Because in that moment, you realized that the whispers were right; he deserved her. She would be perfect for him. You would have to let him go so that he could truly be happy.

When he came to find you, you were sitting in your hut, hunched over a loom, weaving a new top for your mother to wear. He’d asked you to go flying with him, something you both enjoyed doing with each other.

You’d kept your face down to hide the tears and the trembling of your lips as you shook your head, claiming to be busy at the time. After constant pushing for him to go and fly with his new friend, he left, but you could feel the disappointment that radiated off of him in waves. Each wave smashed against your tender heart like a hammer, cracking it more and more the longer you thought about it.

Thus began a new cycle.

You were pushing him away, trying to get him to realize that he’d found his match and she wasn’t you. Distance was what he needed. Distance and time. And then he’d see her and he’d fall in love and he’d be truly happy.

At least, that’s what you thought.

To Neteyam, you were simply being stubborn and cold. He had no idea why you were doing this or why you were behaving the way you were. The nights of snuggling, the days of talking and just being together, they were all over.

He missed you.

A lot.

In an attempt to figure out a solution to your sudden coldness, he turned to the wiser adults. First, he’d spoken to Mo’at. Then his parents. And finally, he’d sat down with your parents to find out what the root of this problem was.

No one had any idea what could possibly have caused this chaos between you and him. They were as stumped as he was.

One thing that did stick to him, though, was something his father had told him.

“Neteyam, girls are fragile, but they’re also strong willed and smart. They trust men with their lives, until they don’t. So if you’ve started doing things you know Y/n wouldn’t like, you need to figure out what it is and stop it.”

Was he doing something wrong?

He didn’t know. If he tried to ask, you’d brush him off and walk away, acting like everything was just fine, even if it wasn’t.

So, he turned to his new friend. Sitting down under the shade of a tree, he spilled out his heart to her, confessing his love towards you, as well as his confusion over your sudden coldness. She listened patiently, nodding as if she knew exactly what was wrong.

When he’d gotten to the end of his rant, she smiled.

“What is it? Do you know why she is acting this way?” he’d asked softly and she nodded again.

“I believe that she might be jealous of our friendship. Some rumors have started of late. Adults talking about how you and I would go well together. Even though we are only friends, I’m sure she has heard them and believes them.”

He was falling into a whole new level of confusion. It wasn’t like you to listen to gossip and rumors. You’d always thought that sort of thing was petty and cruel. So why would you listen to it now?

That was when he decided he’d had enough of it all. No more cat and mouse games. No more playing around. He was going to get down to the bottom of this with you one way or another.

He approached you in your little crook of the world, determination making it hard for you to push him away.

“Y/n, I’m not leaving until you answer me,” he stated, hands firmly planted on your shoulders as you stared up at him with wide eyes.

“Why are you behaving like this? Did none of this even matter to you? Everything we have built together, all of it. Does it no longer matter to you anymore?”

You were frozen, finally forced to face the conflict of your actions, and you didn’t know how to respond other than to break into tears in his arms.

“She would be so much better for you,” you sob softly as he cradled your body close to him. “She is skinny and tall and beautiful. She is good at all the things you’re good at and she has so much in common with you. She would make you so much happier than I ever could.”

You spill out every thought, every feeling that had been stowed away for weeks in your head.

He listened patiently, letting you ramble until you had no words left to speak.

And then, he pulled you over to your mat, pushing you flat on your back, hands planted on each side of your head.

“I love you. You make my life interesting, Y/n. No one could ever come close to replacing you. I love you and your beautiful body. Your funny jokes and your frustration. I love that cute little groan you make when you miss your target. I love helping you aim your arrows because I can feel your skin against mine and it fills me with warmth. I love cuddling with you at night and kissing every inch of your body. I love talking to you and listening to your exciting stories. Your mischievous adventures always thrill me the most. I’d rather listen to you talking about what you’ve done all day than talk to anyone else.”

He moved down to dust his lips lightly against your own, cupping your jaw gently with his hand.

“I think it’s time to remind you of how much I love you.”

His voice was soft, as quiet as a whisper, and it sent shivers up your spine. You were crying, but it was from relief. He wasn’t going to leave you because he loved you.

It was something he wasn’t going to ever give up on.

His fingers brushed down your body, light as a feather, touching every inch of your skin. And once he’d touched every part of you, he began to trail kisses down your skin, pulling your thighs up over his shoulders so that he could kiss the flesh of your legs. His teeth lightly graze the inner parts of your thighs and you just relish in his gentle kisses and light touches.

He returns his lips back to yours, drawing you into a deeper, more heated kiss. Fingers gently pull your tewng off, discarding it nearby, before he wiggled out of his own. His hands gently press against yours, fingers slotted between your own to grip your hands tightly as he rubbed his girth in between your thighs.

“I love every inch of you,” he whispered as he parted from your kiss. “Every inch of you belongs to me, just like every inch of me belongs to you. I will never throw you away for anyone else.”

[gojos-thot-patrol]

I loved your Toxic jealous Gojo.

I was wondering if I could request how their first Valentine would be like.

Or

Gojo x chubby reader. Reader feels insecure about her weight as she sees beautiful, skinnier women who would be a better fit for Gojo getting too close to Gojo. Both were shopping for clothes for their Valentine’s date or something.

Darling, flattery will get you everywhere around here 💙 but I've been working on something really special as a sequal to Sooner or Later, and I'm going to hold off on sharing it for just a little bit longer ;) thank you for enjoying it though!

Now, as for that Chubby!Reader x Gojo prompt you got there, I think youre onto something!

Now Presenting....

Starring Satoru Gojo X Chubby!Reader

Historically speaking, You had never been a big fan of clothes shopping. It made you hyper aware of your body in ways that made you want to crawl out of your skin. But, this time was different. This time, you were with your boyfriend, shopping for a new outfit for your first Valentine's day together. And with him hyping you up in quite literally everything you wore and-and here's the important part- actually meaning it, the experience wasn’t that bad. 

At least, it hadn’t been. That was until you found yourselves at your favorite store. Your favorite store that just so happened to be fucking packed that day. Gojo must have sensed your sudden unease, as he hooked his arm in yours and gave you a gentle but encouraging smile. “I got a good feeling about this one, I think we’re gonna find the perfect fit!” He smiled, always the optimist. You couldn’t help but smile back.

“I think you might be right.” You smiled as you walked in with him. Almost instantly a drop dead gorgeous sales assistant came over, maneuvering her skinny waist through the crowd. 

“Hi!” she chirped,  batting her long lashes at Satoru. Fuck. you thought, Here we go again. “My name's Clarissa, can I help you today?” she purred, standing closer to your boyfriend than she needed to. He took a step back.

“No thank you,” He smiled politely, holding you closer, “I’m just here shopping with my Girlfriend.” You’d always be thankful for Gojo’s awareness. You smiled at her and waved. Clarissa looked at you like you had four heads and a tail. Or, more accurately, a few extra pounds and a handsome boyfriend.

“Well, if you need anything, and I mean anything at all, let me know!” She smiled. You  felt violent, but walked away, boyfriend in arm, before you could act on any of it.

“Well that was ridiculous.” Gojo muttered, “Who flirts with someone who's clearly spoken for?”

“No clue.” You muttered, knowing exactly who would. The kinda person that thought that they were hotter than the significant other. The kind of person confident in their ability to break up the relationship. 

“Um, Hi!” You heard an unfamiliar voice call out. You and Gojo looked over to see another patron trying to get his attention. MotherFUCKER you thought. This girl would look more at home on a runway than in a department store. 

“Um, hi?” Gojo asked, tilting his head to the side curiously. 

“I was just wondering, are you doing anything for valentines day? Cause,”

“He’s doing me.” You said coldly, trying to figure out where these bitches got off flirting with your boyfriend in front of you. She looked more than shocked at your words, and not for the vulgarity of them.

“You’re dating her? Really?” The girl scoffed in disbelief. 

“I am.” Gojo said firmly, “And you can talk to her about it, instead of acting like she doesn’t exist.”

“I don’t want to talk to her anyway, Love,” You said, using the pet name with authority, “Rude assholes are rarely good conversationalists.”

“Oh, I’m the rude one” The woman scoffed, “Listen to yourself!” she said, because of course she did. You couldn’t win. If you were quiet and kept to yourself, you must not have loved him enough to fight for him. If you spoke up and got rightfully upset, then you were treated like a mad cow in more ways than one. 

“Come on Darling, let’s not waste anymore time here.” Gojo muttered, pulling you away from the situation. “People sure are bold today, huh?” He sighed to you as the two of you looked through a dress rack.

“I think it’s because valentine's day is in like, two days.” You said, “People are getting desperate.”

“Maybe, bu-hey!” Gojo cut himself off, his eyes lighting up as he pulled a gorgeous red dress off the rack. “What about this one? It would look stunning on you!” It looked tight. You suddenly became aware of your body again.

“Oh, I don’t know ‘Toru..” you muttered.

“Will you try it on?” He asked, “Really, I think this dress is perfect.” He smiled. You looked into his dazzling blue eyes, and sighed. You knew you were going to give into him. He was like a puppy, excited to go for a car ride. How could you say no? 

“Of course Satoru.” You smiled, taking the dress from him and making your way to the dressing rooms. You were reluctant to leave him alone while you went in, but you trusted your boyfriend. You slipped into the new dress and felt..well, conflicted. The dress was dazzling! Its hem ended at the perfect length to make your legs look long, the neckline made your chest look phenomenal and it hugged your curves in all the right places.

But that was part of the problem, wasn’t it? It hugged your thighs, your hips, your stomach. You hadn’t been so hyper aware of your body in a long time. But, seeing all of those beautiful girls, all thinner than you, fawning over your boyfriend, well…it would make anyone feel insecure. You suddenly felt like any of them could take him from you. Like you didn’t deserve him. Like he deserved better, prettier than you. 

You tried to push those thoughts out of your mind as you left the dressing room. That didn’t last long though. You saw Gojo waiting for you, staring off into space as no less than 3 absolutely drop dead gorgeous women talked at him. It didn’t phase him. He could literally have any woman he wanted in the whole world. So why were you forcing him to stay with you? Why keep him locked down when he could do so much better?

It was then Gojo finally looked to the dressing rooms and saw you. His eyes lit up like a christmas tree and a smile that could melt even the coldest heart broke across his face. He broke away from the gaggle of now confused girls and rushed to get his hands on you, placing his hands on your hips. “I knew that dress was going to look amazing on you, but fuck y/n I didn’t know it was going to look that good on you! I’m hardly going to be able to keep my hands off of you.” He teased softly, giving you a quick kiss.

It was then that it hit you, like a bag of bricks slamming against your head. He didn’t look bored because he was just that used to beautiful women talking to him, or because he could have whoever he wanted. He looked bored because none of those women were you. Because he fully could have any woman he wanted, and he wanted you. And suddenly, your heart melted.

“Well that's the plan, isn’t it?” you giggled, wrapping your arms around his neck. For just a moment, your body issues were pushed back to the back burner, replaced by your love for the sorcerer before you. 

“Hell yea it is,” He chuckled, stealing another kiss. “So this is the dress then?” He asked. You smiled proudly as you nodded.

“I think it is.”

[iluvmoney3000]

Am I the only person on here that doesn’t see body inclusivity in fanfic on this app. Like I understand that for the longest time curvier women have been but down and deemed as “unhealthy and unattractive” but there are some women that have no curves like at all. I’m not saying that ppl need to start writing for slimmer women. But not every women has big boobs or even a big ass. I personally have neither😪. Like when I’m reading fanfic and I see the “body appreciation” I automatically skip it bc Ik it’s not my body thats being appreciated. Idk I feel like ppl think that it’s only the curvier women who get insecure but its everyone. Idk that’s just me. Like does everyone have this body type and I’m just behind or what? 😭

[thelightninghunter]

So I've been trying this new thing where I try not to despise my own body, and went swimming in public for the first time in years! 🏊‍♂️🩲

[penelopepitstopp]

I've had several people ask me about the little Mike anecdote I mentioned in Ed's book so here ya go. Also included the bit after as I thought it might be good to hear for other people going through similar things :)

[bokettochild]

okay, actually, you know what? muscles aren't always nice because while, yes, I can scoop my gal pals and have fun and do my job well, I also CAN'T pull off delicate and pretty dresses without looking... strange, and I LIKE dressing up and trying to be pretty and very, VERY fem, but it's not working? I hate it?

I mean, I'm not BUFF, but there IS definition, and it's a lot more than when I was just chubby, it's....very evident in some tops, and I just want to... I don't know, not be...big?

[wowwzaaxei-aster]

forget abt that one irrelevant time Four got upset abt being called pudgy? Pfft, no.

make headcanons about it?

Y E S

Gijinka time (body insecurity[?]

Headcanons in this image alone: Trans ftm(agender/gender neutral) Four, body insecurity (chubby/pudgy), messy and frizzy hair (not unkept, just naturally messy)

Supportive pardners 🤠

I’m very invested in human numbers

I’m sane I swear

[iconsumethesoulsofthedamned]

‼️ALERRRRTTTT ‼️

If you're dating someone and you EVER tell them that you wish they were skinnier and that they should be skinner THEN FUCK YOU YOURE A TERRIBLE PARTNER I HOPE YOU FUCKING DIE.

IF YOU EVER TELL SOME ONE ELSE that you wish your partner were skinnier behind their back then FUCK YOU ASSHOLE.

If you really cared about them and weren't a disgusting jerk then you'd love them NO MATTER WHAT body type they had and you wouldn't make them feel like shit for something thats natural and not their fault.

And to anyone whom this has happened too not only are you beautiful just the way you are smaller or bigger. I am going to fight them for you and don't you dare ever forget that your body is GODDAMN PERFECT your partner was just a selfish bitch.

[p0pp3t]

can I have body insecurity comfort w Seth :(

Seth x Reader | Love Enough

sfw

gender-neutral reader

body insecurity comfort

Lying in bed dejected, you hold a pillow over your face. A few layers of bankets held you warmly, but maybe someone else’s embrace would be more comforting. A quiet knock comes from the other side of the door and just makes it into the room.

“Sugar, is it alright if I come in?” Seth’s question is gentle and sincere, and hopeful for your invitation.

“Yeah,” you sigh, rubbing your eyes. “Yeah, you can come in.”

The door slowly creaks open. Seth steps inside, making his way toward the bed and taking a seat near you. He finds your hand and takes it in his own.

“There you are. I missed you, y’know. It’s fine that you need space, and it wasn’t a long time but still,” he laughs a little. “Ah, I can’t help but be a bit clingy for ya.” Seth holds your hand more firmly, scared to let you go. “Do you feel any better? Seemed like you were in pretty rough shape before I left.”

“I’m alright, just having a tough day is all.” You avoid eye contact with Seth, who looks concerned as ever.

“I’m sorry, Sugar. Did’ja wanna tell me about it?” 

With a pause, you prepare to spill.

 “Seth, I don’t- I don’t think Iike how I look. Not now, at least.”

His eyes widen, troubled. Seth grips your hand tight in hopes of offering some support. “Oh, Sugar. C’mere,” He welcomes you with open arms. “Mind if I hold ya?”

Your head rests in the crook of his neck as Seth’s arms wrap around your waist.  

“Listen, Sweetheart. Can I tell ya somethin’?” 

You nod, and Seth cups your face, directing your gaze toward his.

“I love you, and there is absolutely nothing you could do to change that. Got it?” 

You nod again, granting him permission to continue.

“And another thing, you’ll always be beautiful in my eyes; physically or otherwise. Until you learn to see yourself the way I do, I’ve got no problem lovin’ you for the both of us. Alright?”

You return Seth’s embrace, holding him a little closer.

“Thank you, Honey. I think I needed that.”

“Ah, it’s nothing. Just telling the truth.”

[spaceyaceface]

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Bro I haven’t gotten more than 5 hours a sleep a night for like a month now. Idk what it is. I’ve also lost more weight, which in my case is not a good thing, so that’s fun. It’s not like, a ton of weight but I thought I had at least stabilized sooooo yay. Mentally I’m doing fine my body is just falling apart 🙃

[professional-tooka-herder]

(On annon because I'm shy)

So, do you have an opinion on body insecurity? Like, it's not that I don't like my body, I just don't like specific things, like my acne and my stretch marks.

(Asking this on behalf of all the insecure girlies out there.)

Love u! 🫶❤️✨

Shy Cyar'ika

Everyone doesn't like something about themselves at first. When I was a cadet I didn't like my blonde hair. It made me a target by the long necks and I had to be separated from my batchmates because of it.

But acne is a normal response to something about pores and hormones. Even us clones get acne. Ashoka gave me this really nice face mask for them that doesn't itch. From my understanding acne can be treatable through face washing and exfoliation and sometimes hormone treatments. You would have to speak to your medic about what's best for you.

And stretch marks are beautiful. All bodies are beautiful. Skinny, bony, plus size, mom bods, Dad bodies . It doesn't matter to us clones. You can have blemishes and marks and patches and whatever else nat born beauty standards say are ugly and a clone definitely won't care.

I have a few stretch marks myself from rapid growth.

We will kiss your stretch marks and wear face masks together

The point is body insecurity happens, mesh'la, it's a natural part of living. But remind yourself that these are things that are a part of you. Which means they are worthy of being loved.

No one can make you feel inferior without your permission, not even yourself.

Everything about you is worthy of being loved.

You are worthy of being loved.

By others and especially by yourself.

Captain Rex | CT 7567

[suspiciouslynotapastor]

He heard what y'all were saying.

[4rtsymugzzz]

I'll be like "I need to lose weight" and 5 seconds later I'm shoving food in my mouth like a pig

[galaxy-brushs-posts]

TW; BODY/SELF IMAGE ISSUES, VENT POST

If you want to know... 💜💜↓↓💜💜

Have you ever felt like you don't want the body you have?... I have... For a different reason..

I have a hourglass figure, a small waist and big hips. A most preferred body that I got genetically from my mom. And I hate it..

The reason is that I don't like being or looking risque, and having big hips is not helping... And not to mention that I'm the center of attention in high school (mainly from boys) and they try to "be friends with me".

But I see through them... I know their true intention... They want to use me... They want me to feel more worse than I already am... They're a fucking joke... A joke to men... I feel like there's eyes floating around me... Gawking at my figure...

I. Fucking. Hate. This... I just wish my body could just melt...

I might got carried away but I don't give a fuck.. I fucking hate my body...

I HATE IT I HATE IT I HATE IT

I

HATE

THIS

𝘽𝙊𝘿𝙔

[greenjellydragon]

what is life. i have no purpose. what really was i made for. I want to die. I want to go in a hole and sleep ... for years. I never want to awake. I don't see a point in anything. Why does it always have to be so hard. Living is the hardest thing I have ever had to do and I am tired of it. i want to give up. im ready to. I can almost feel the slumber approaching. I want to feel it closer. I want death and I to be close friends. I want to snuggle against it and kiss it softly. I want to lie with it and have it tell me sweet nothings and lies. I want to be deceived for 5 minutes and be told that everything is okay. That I am just fine. That I am doing everything correct. I want to be lied to and be told" i love you and desire you" I want one person to lie to me and say that they too also feel attracted to me. I want my body to be seen as ideal. I want it to be seen as pretty. i want to be shown off. i want everything. im sick of despair. i am sick of feeling that somehow im 250 million steps behind and everyone else is basically skipping to the finish line. I am tired. I am longing. I am in mourning. I am exhausted. I feel no purpose. What do I even want from life? do i really care about anything? Someone lie. please. someone tell me a lie. someone simply can stroke my hair and say that I am a part of those desired women. to say that I too can stand next to my fellow amazing and beautiful women and agree we all are wanted and desired. but no i stand off next to the cows and the sheep at a slaughter house. I am ready to be shown my true purpose which is to be shown off in a negative light and be ridiculed and blamed and shown no mercy when slaughter day comes and the knives start slashing.

[i-am-so-done]

Just something I wanted to get out, u can scroll past this

I HATE MYSELF WHY AM I SO FAT WHY AM SO WIERD WHY DO I NEVER KNOW WHAT TO DO

stretch marks, cellulite, fat, ugly

textured skin, enclaves face, thick eyebrows growing after a week of being waxed

Gross, rude, awkward, emotional, loud

Insensitive, emotional, moody, angry

all the memories of embarrassment and humiliation keep running through my mind

do all my friends hate me?

did he never forgive me?

do they keep me as a joke?

are they lying to be nice when they say im ok?

I wish I could die

even when im happy, the memories come back to haunt me

the thoughts make me doubt myself

the anxiety of all of it

And I want to scream

let it all out

ugh

idk why I made this

I don’t want any pity or sympathy

I guess I

just want someone to see this

and maybe know they aren’t alone in feeling this way