Disorderedeating Stories

Victoria and Rose had once thought that they we were meant to be together, but what happens when things end and they are left to look back onto what once was and what could have been? Read as their friendship turns to love and their love turns to hate and regret. This is based on true events, though names and locations have been changed to protect the privacy of those mentioned and involved.

your favourite colour is gold. her favourite colour was blue. together, you made a colour as green as the leaves on a sycamore tree. current status: finished, probably will stay finished unless people have like, questions or something.

After realising he might be the thorn in his friends's side, a drop in bucket- Nick starts fading, doesn't evaporate or slip through a drain but just dies out like a withering flower- slow and unnoticed if you don't pay attention but George notices just in time to hopefully bring him back.

This story is a collection of scenes (mostly from Buggy's and Shanks' childhood and young teenage years), full of hurt Shanks, who's haunted by nightmares after being sexually abused, and Buggy dealing with his redhead's nightly terrors and odd behaviors throughout the day (not to mention his own insecurities). Or: Shanks develops a lot of very unhealthy coping mechanisms, and it takes Buggy years to understand what has happened to his friend. Some Shanks x Buggy in later chapters. Feel free to read along or leave right away. Cover art by Yazu-Jud on zerochan.net

Cross-posted to AO3. My first BSD fanfic.

a person with an unspecified eating disorder falls in love with somebody despite their struggles. heavily based on my own experience and mostly written for me to feel as though I am lovable. potentially triggering read tags. ALSO this is a story about schoolchildren so if that makes you uncomfortable do not read. there will be no smut or anything but perhaps a kiss.

Oneshots all about the amazing group txt read with caution because it's freaking awesome

trigger warnings: disordered eating, body image issues, abusive. toxic speech. i'm super open to brutal criticism. i just randomly wrote this while high, so tell me what you think. this is a work of fiction that i based on some of my insecurities. my mother is not this horrible, but she does impose her insecurities onto me. this is the first time i've tried fiction in a while and the first time i've made anything for the public eye. so take that into consideration, but be brutal.

It wasn't healthy but it was normal. It was your normal. At least your new normal.

my severe depression and I collaborated on some new pieces everybodys gonna hate. slight trigger warning for depression (shocking I know) and disordered eating.

It's the voice that whispers just before meal times to put less on your plate, it's the feeling of regret after you finished a piece of junk food you just ate, its the brain wrenching thoughts of being alarmingly hungry but you cannot bring yourself to eat. For Parker Collian his was all he knew. The life of control beyond imaginable, hiding it from all the people you care for in your life, pushing people away, because the disorder is more important. This is the story of a young boy who was pushed into dastardly behaviour. All because of a life in the modern mindset of control, that was now considered common and the people he met along the way, who changed his life for worse, or maybe for the better.

(Trigger Warning) This diary will include my feelings, thoughts, weight, eating habits, etc...

Victoria can't remember a time when she didn't think of food as numbers and something that was against her. She has calculations of eating and burning calories and fat running through her head all day and night, but she isn't really sick right? in her head she's strict, she's disciplined and she's just looking out of her health but in reality maybe ana has taken over her so completely it sounds like the voice of a friend rather than an illness trying to kill her. Author note: my Gilmore girls story will be continued along with this one and I think getting my feelings and thoughts out through Victoria will inspire me to start writing again because my god ive missed it. also WARNINGGG the main theme of this story centres around eat!ing dis0rders so if this is a struggle for you or you are trying to recover maybe don't read this one :)

For Dylan, it's just a regular shift at a theme park restaurant until a beautiful mess walks through the door.

TW: disordered eating. I wanted to include this because disordered eating is something I struggle with. And I know many of you guys do too. So, it's not for an aesthetic or cute story, it's genuine and I thought that it'd be best to put it in Jisoos story because-well... you'll see ❤

A group of angry, queer teens attempt to escape the 'City', a horrible place that they all grew up in. But it's proving to be a lot harder than they expected. /Me? Projecting into my stories?? It's more likely than you think/

Just thoughts

A poem about learning to love your body again.

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*TRIGGER WARNING* Read with care. Do not try this at home. I've dreaded this moment for days now. Sally, the dietitian scribbles my weight down in her notebook. "Okay you can step off now" she says, and looks at my mother with a worried look on her face. She carefully smiles at me, and whispers the cold, honest truth to my mother. "Your daughter.-" Sally says, "-she's too fat." --ABOUT-- This is my story; Phoebe is a fictional character, but I relate her to myself. I have been struggling with anorexia for several years now, and I wanted to show both the good, and the bad. I am currently on my way to a healthier life, so this is a big step in the right direction. Enjoy :) *I do not promote any disordered eating. This is my own experience. Please do not starve yourself, it will ruin you*