If I post a picture showing my stomach even if it shows a little bit of my sports bra in it, DO NOT ASK ME FOR FUCKING NUDES!!! Will I expect them? Yeah, I always do cause that what I'm use to getting. Will I give them to you? No, because I'm trying to love myself and ,my body and I'm learning to have self respect for myself.
If a guy messages me asking to see me naked, see my bra or underwear you will be fucked with, you will be called out and then you will be blocked.
Reasons on why I have insecurities...
My ex step father use to tell me when I was 12 that the only way I could get a guy is with the body type that I have.
My first ex turned out to be a huge fuck boy, once I didn't give him what he wanted (sex/nudes) he broke up with me to date a girl in Canada.
And fourth grade this girl started a rumor of me being "Anorexic/bulimic" and I always got told to "eat more" because I have a high metabolism.
So DO NOT ASK ME FOR NUDES IF I POST A BODY POSITIVE POST!! As stated before it is expected that I'll get asked for nudes but you will be blocked.😊✌️💕
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"......Smoking a cigarette with the chilled wind hitting my hand; eyes blue and lips chapped. Fighting my own reflection in hopes I'll figure out what it looks like, and crying in my head. Spinning in circles because the blur makes me feel like I'm still, with the view of myself oddly clear. Laughing hysterically, and smiling at nothing. Caring and carefree, positive and positivity. Eyes green, and lips colored brown. Switch. Screaming loudly but I don't understand why. Mad at everything but I don't understand why. Breaking the mirror to make that reflection go away, but why? Switch. Breathe. Switch.
Colors pour out and feelings clear; black and white gel and blindness to my mood. Who am I today? What am I facing today? Should I be afraid of myself... today? Eyes grey, and lips closed; straight stare, and blocks in my voice. Symbols and visions appear in my mind and a silence overcomes me. What will I see today? What will I hear today? What will I sense today? Switch. Breathe. Switch.
All these facets, only one being. So many personalities, too many feelings. "Who am I?", I hear my mind screaming. Who am I? I feel myself changing. Vibrant colors leak out of my mind, but at night my dreams are bleak. Abstract images constantly burning at my subconscious. Unwelcome thoughts bother me, but which part of me have they come from? I'm blended in between the lines, and stretched across the whole page. I'm laughing today. I'm screaming behind my eyes. Switch. Breathe. Switch.
Switch. Breathe. Switch, but I can't breathe. I feel a weight on my chest from anxiety. I feel a weight on my mind from depression and lack of naivety, but I'm still happy. I'm still happy. I'm still sad. I'm still happy..."
This is a personal poem about mpd and how I feel as an individual from it. I embrace it because it makes me who I am, but I also face battles from it. .