Getting excited to dress up for the party but obvs it’s a dysmorphia day so I feel like throwing up when I see my reflection
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am i even fat? how would i know?
i can’t see who’s in the mirror
idfk who that is
how would i know if i’m fat or not?
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Vampirism, except the whole “can’t see themselves in mirrors” thing is because of dysmorphia and not like, “she’s an invisible woman when seen through the reflection”
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I’ve been desperately trying to regain weight and now I am halfway to my previous weight, but my body dysmorphia is so bad it’s hard not to hate myself for eating.
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via Bluesky
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A gnawing obsession
Aiming for perfection
Possessing a handicap
Might seem like two steps back
The mirror changed me
My self-image deranged me
I’m ugly and disfigured
I was never satisfied
Years of therapy
Wasted time and anxious dreams
I waited for so long
But I was always ready
I tried to convince them
But still they couldn’t see
But I don’t care
Shoot me up and cut below the knee
All throughout my life
Like a parasite it seemed
A burden to mind
It never was a part of me
But now it’s gone, I’m sitting here
Unable to explain
This sudden happiness
I wonder, have I gone insane?
Years of therapy
Wasted time and anxious dreams
I waited for so long
But I was always ready
I tried to convince them
But still they couldn’t see
But I don’t care
Shoot me up and cut below the knee
Give me back my self-esteem
Help me please, fulfill my dream
A lump of flesh that serves no one
Thank you Christ, at last it’s gone
Thank you Christ, at last it’s gone
Thank you Christ, at last it’s gone
Give me back my self-esteem
Help me please, fulfill my dream
A lump of flesh that serves no one
Thank you Christ, at last it’s gone
Thank you Christ, at last it’s gone
Thank you Christ, at last it’s gone
MP3: https://studiostok.se/files/terror_punk_syndicate-dysmorphia.mp3
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Reflection
A doll gets out of bed, ready to begin its day. It walks past its bedroom mirror, and instinctively flinches away.
No. It stops in its tracks. It looks at its reflection.
It is always so afraid of what it will see. But that isn’t the doll’s fear. It belongs to the person who used to live in this body. It’s one of the few scraps of them that’s left in the doll’s brain.
The doll will get rid of that too.
It stares at itself. The long hair, the smooth porcelain curves of its cheeks and chest and hips, the peaceful look in its eyes. The person never saw anything like this. Their brain couldn’t comprehend it.
The doll had worked very hard to learn how to.
When it first awoke, the doll hadn’t been able to perceive itself. It looked in the mirror and saw a jagged mess of porcelain shards.
But now it sees something beautiful. Something it loves. It still takes work to see it some days, but the doll keeps trying. And it keeps getting easier.
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i’m not out yet but i’m so fucking pissed that my mom gets mad at me for wearing baggy clothes. it quite literally has nothing to fucking do with her. god for fucking bid i wear clothes that im comfortable in.
i was shopping with her and i got baggy pants and she freaked out and told me that they were big enough to fit my step dad.
definitely doesn’t make me want to bodycheck!!!!
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Unfortunately for our main man, Dek, yes. Physical strength and traits best suited for hunting are highly scrutinised within clans. He can kinda see how Dek may have been treated through the experience of Shorty in the AVP comics with Noguchi. With everyone constantly challenging and increasing their own notoriety to better placement in the clans, the rest of the clan would have been harsh towards him to keep him below them. People say he was lucky to be kept alive; he’s also lucky to have remained “intact” all things considered. That form of enviroment is a perfect petri dish for making dysmorphia.
He is a fighter through, the doubt and dysphoria would be there, the constant reminders that the way he was born made him be perceived as lesser in comparison, is probably why he spent more time away with Kwei. He and his brother had to fortify him against those thoughts if he was to survive and fully become one with the clan.
But then he left for a few days, and now androids are also both calling him malformed, which would have been like pressing on a bruise even when he understood why Thia had said it.
Even with his win and his new clan, there is that part that thinks of how different it could have been if he weren’t “wrong”, if his father believed in him, if his brother hadn’t had to give his life defending him. He’ll think about that the most.
But yautja are stubborn, and he wouldn’t say anything, because that is a weakness too. He just puts everything into moving forward, and maybe, if he gets a bigger kill and protects his clan so completely, he’ll prove himself enough to others that he no longer needs to compare himself to others, and that ache of what he lacks leaves him for at least a little while.
To end on a more positive note, Thia was made to have high emotional intelligence, and I believe she would notice. She would probably hatch a plan to gas him up, always speak highly of his strength and skill, how a horrifying creature that most yautja fear now follows him, and tries to copy him. He’ll get the support he needs.
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I have a fraught relationship with pictures of myself. Since I was a kid, I have always had this dissociative sense that my body did not represent me. That it obstructed expressing myself physically. I was told at a young age that I was not photogenic, and it took some doing to learn to smile for the camera.
Now, when I see a picture of me, I get this mixed surge of contempt, dismay and disappointment. Like, this is what they see? This is who they think I am?
Even if I am feeling more and more comfortable with this body of mine, I still haven’t really seen it through any other lens than that of put-on smile formal-ish picture or the glance of wry recognition in the mirror.
I wish I knew any professional photographers who would just take some casual, candid pictures of me. You know, with an artistic eye, really trying to get the humanity to shine through.
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my fuckass father just tried to show me a picture of me from a few years ago. I can’t fucking look at it, I didn’t look at it. I’m currently just sitting here disgusted and hating myself, I want to cry.
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It’s insane how dissociative/estranging Dysmorphia can become. Self-hatred, in my own bipolar experience, is often tied to specific traits and behaviours. It’s still somewhat conscious. With the right tools you can learn to reframe your personality and even change aspects of it.
But if you don’t like/feel anything for your body for long enough, that will just become an instinct. You don’t know what the actual “you” looks like. There is no outfit, gender or whatever that doesn’t feel contrived. You cannot feel fully handsome, just presentable. You don’t respond to hints or flirting because you can’t conceive of being seen and found attractive. This body is something you tolerate, hide, manipulate, elevate, but it’s not you. It’s the shell that people see you as.
And often you wonder what people think that shell says about you, and it just horrifies you.
So yeah, the body/mind dichotomy is not good!
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365: dysmorphia
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DEFINITION ⦂⠀Someone who experiences dysmorphia; whether that means one has body dysmorphic disorder, or experiences dysmorphia from another reason.
ADDITIONAL ⦂⠀Coined on the 16th of November, 2025. Literally just an inverse coloured version of the last flag tbh.
TAGGING ⦂⠀@c1rcus-of-silliness @radiomogai
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Money Dysmorphia: The Hidden Struggle Among Young People by Patrick Okoi
You’ve just scored a £75,000 job in London, but you’re still eating instant noodles for dinner. Welcome to money dysmorphia, where your wallet and your worries are in constant disagreement
No, I’m not saying it’s bad to eat noodles. Meet Oluwaseun, a 28-year-old software engineer from Lagos. He’s living the dream in Manchester – or so his Instagram followers think. In reality, Oluwaseun is battling a silent enemy: the nagging feeling that he’s always one missed paycheck away from financial ruin.
Despite his £65,000 salary, he obsessively checks his bank balance and loses sleep over phantom debts. You’re not alone in this financial funhouse of distorted perceptions.
Maybe you grew up in Nairobi, watching your parents stretch every shilling. Image source: Freepik
The Roots of Money Dysmorphia
Money dysmorphia isn’t just about being bad with numbers. It’s a psychological tug-of-war often rooted in childhood experiences.
Maybe you grew up in Nairobi, watching your parents stretch every shilling. Or perhaps you were the rich kid in Accra who never learned the value of a cedi. These early money lessons shape our adult financial lens.
For diaspora Africans, there’s an extra layer. The pressure to succeed and send money back home can warp our perception of financial success.
You might be earning £50,000 in Birmingham – more than your parents ever saw – but that nagging voice still whispers, “It’s not enough for London prices, and what about building that house back home?”
The Currency Conversion Conundrum
Here’s a uniquely diaspora problem: mental currency conversion. You earn in pounds or dollars, but your brain still thinks in naira or cedis.
A £30 dinner in London feels like highway robbery when your mind automatically calculates it as 18,000 naira. This constant mental math fuels money dysmorphia, making every purchase feel like a small fortune.
The Remittance Trap
For many in the diaspora, sending money home is non-negotiable. But it’s also a breeding ground for money dysmorphia.
You might be transferring £200 monthly to your family in Ghana, a sum that makes a significant difference back home. However, that same £200 feels like a drop in the ocean when you’re trying to save for a house deposit in Dublin.
This financial double life can lead to a skewed perception of your wealth. You feel rich when thinking about your impact back home, but broke when facing your local economic realities. It’s a mental whiplash that leaves many feeling perpetually financially inadequate.
Social Media: The Comparison Trap on Steroids
In the age of Instagram flexing and TikTok financial gurus, money dysmorphia finds fertile ground. Suddenly, your comfortable £1,200/month flat in Manchester feels inadequate next to your friend’s London penthouse tour. This constant exposure to curated wealth feeds the beast of financial insecurity.
But here’s the reality check: Is that influencer showing off their luxury car? It’s probably leased. Is the friend constantly posting about exotic holidays? Likely drowning in credit card debt. Remember, social media is everyone’s highlight reel, not their behind-the-scenes reality.
One of the most dangerous aspects of money dysmorphia is its impact on spending habits. Image source: Freepik
The Spending Spiral: From Extreme Frugality to Reckless Splurging
One of the most dangerous aspects of money dysmorphia is its impact on spending habits. When you constantly feel broken, you might pendulum between two extremes:
The Penny-Pincher: You might skip necessary expenses like dental check-ups (£70 in the UK) or proper nutrition, opting for the cheapest options even when you can afford better. This misguided frugality can lead to higher costs in the long run.
The YOLO Spender: On the flip side, you might justify overspending on luxuries. “I’m broke anyway, so why not splurge on this £200 pair of shoes?” This mentality can lead to actual financial troubles, creating a self-fulfilling prophecy.
Breaking Free from the Financial Funhouse Mirror
Overcoming money dysmorphia isn’t about making more money – it’s about recalibrating your financial perception. Start by tracking your spending for a month. No judgment, just facts. You might be surprised to find you’re not as broke as you feel.
Next, set realistic financial goals tailored to your situation. Forget about keeping up with the Dangotes or the Kardashians. Focus on what truly matters to you. Maybe it’s building a £5,000 emergency fund or saving £2,000 for a trip back home.
Finally, talk about money. Break the taboo. Share your struggles with friends or seek professional help. Many cities offer free financial counseling services – like London’s Money A+E or Dublin’s MABS. Remember, money dysmorphia thrives in silence and isolation.
Final Thoughts on Money Dysmorphia
Money dysmorphia is the uninvited guest at our financial party, but it doesn’t have to run the show. By recognizing its presence and challenging its lies, we can build a healthier relationship with our finances.
After all, true wealth isn’t just about the numbers in your Monzo account – it’s about peace of mind. And that, my fellow diaspora dreamers, is worth more than all the pounds and dollars in the world.
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White Lotus Aimee Lou Wood Opens Up on Body Dysmorphia
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Aimee Lou Wood Shares Body Dysmorphia Struggles in White Lotus