Heya all,

Hope your all doing okay ❤️just a reminder you are allowed to use this space for venting your struggles ❤️we are here 4 u!!!! . Your beautiful ❤️


today is a bit sensitive and I'm very insecure but I know that's *okay* but yeah here we go.
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When I was 10 , I was scared of being ugly. Every time I tried to take a shower , the more insecure I felt about myself. At the age of 12, I started to stop eating. I barely ate anything. I'm 13 now... My insecurities still haunt me. But we learn to love our body ❤️because your body is *beautiful* and don't let anyone tell you otherwise. So here is a something for all of u.

As a kid.
You see princesses.
With beautiful hair.
With a perfect body.
With eyes that shine.
When you grow up...
You encounter social media.
Endlessly scrolling through..
"Perfect body"
And endless body and beauty standards.
You wanna wear makeup to feel beautiful.
You wanna stop eating.
Or you wanna start eating.
You wanna cover your marks and scars.
Societies beauty standards hit you.
When we are brave...
And when we love our body.
They make us feel weak.
"Your too fat"
"Your face is ugly. "
"You look like a skeleton"
"Do you even eat anything?"
It's like . They tell us the same thing over and over...
"Don't be to overconfident our you'll be judged "
My stretch marks.
Don't define me.
My scars ..
Are beautiful.
I am beautiful.
And I don't need to follow your standards...
To be your beautiful.
Because I'm my beautiful .
The way I wanna be.
And you look in a mirror...
The same...
"Ugly"
Reflection.
But your not.
Your beautiful..
Your brave.
Your you.

The Rain

I could hear the rain from inside..

Staring out of my window.

At the sad , grumpy grey clouds.

Blue sky covered by grey clouds..

Maybe when I do sit in the dark..

The clouds will cry with me.

Every drop...

Represents a tear out of my eye.

Represents my bleeding heart and soul.

Represents my lonlieness and my hardships.

Represents a dear soul..

I'm not a robot.

A dear soul who had feelings.

Who had a life..

That she owed.

A soul...

A beautiful young girl...

Who's dreams and hopes were ripped an damaged.

Seems like the rain does last a long time...

Pitter patter pitter patter.

As the rain gets heavier.

The sounds get louder.

And the voices get bigger inside my head.

Bunny

It's been almost 4 months or more that this forum thread exists. It has taught me alot about myself. About the people around me. But you all made this life war worth fighting! I love you all thank you for everything.

@Daf8 @YourCaringConfidant @Jefferythebunny319 @Sunisshiningandsoareyou @Nomifordays @TabbyCat97

If I was defined.... - Poem by @amiablebunny4016- This poem is dedicated to the people who once thought it was okay to use their words as a weapon against me.

If I was defined by

Ugly.

Then I would be a monster to everyone.

I would be inhumane.

if I was defined by

"You are not good enough"

Then I would be a terrible human being.

I would be everyone's nightmare.

If I was defined by...

Your words.

I would no longer stay.

I would have said goodbye.

I wouldn't know what to say.

If I was defined by hate.

Then I would hate you too.....

But I don't

Because the world hates me, I am not a fool.

If I was defined by stupid.

Then what does stupid mean?

If I was defined by useless.

I wouldn't have a use.

But I have a use.

I was used.

I was manipulated.

You used me.

So maybe I am quiet useful.

If I was defined by all the negative words in the world.

The number of words would be too significant.

Even the whole dictionary could have defined me.

If I was defined by your actions....

Your actions broke me apart.

and There I was all alone.....

To fend for myself.

Those days are never forgotten....

And here I am again.

Spinning in the same cycle of life.

Fighting the same problems over and over.

Just know....

I am not defined by you.

Because you defined yourself.

So thank you.

Thank you for giving me strength.

Thank you for letting me know.....

That I was ugly, stupid, annoying....

Thank you for ripping me apart.....

Now I know.....

That my broken pieces....

Were just as beautiful.

Just as shiny.

Just as broken...

As my fixed ones.

And If you ever try to define me.....

With your words.

Or your actions.

I will tear myself apart.

So no need to tear me apart lovely.

I have damaged myself for you.

Goodbye. Lovely friend.

I'll see you very soon.

Bunny

"Grow up quickly time told me. " -@amiablebunny4016

"Sticks and stones can break our bones but words can break out heart "

During my time on 7cups I have recalled this quote quiet alot and I thought it's important to bring this up again.

Sometimes the world will throw sticks and stones at us whilst they watch us get hurt. Our wounds and scars slowly appear. And the true reality of the world shows itself.

If your going to use your words to be unkind then don't use them. It's as simple as that.

Words hurt. But if you use words for good.. you can change the world.

Actions speak more than words. Words speak more than actions. What I have learnt over the past few years is that actions lead to words and sometimes words lead to actions.

A few weeks ago, I met a girl at my school. One day she dropped something accidentally (one of her belongings). I found the courage to pick it up and I ran after her as she had gone. I looked for her all over school and when I found her I returned her belongings.. she looked at me and smiled. The words she said changed me. "Thank you for returning this". Not only her words, but her smile brought joy to my heart. Since then, I only learnt... Find joy in small acts of kindness. My actions lead to her kind words. Her kindness and smile brought my happiness. Actions and words speak the same language.

Anyways, hope you liked this post

Bunny



update

tw; suicide

Once again, i dont know if this forum will poof. but yes, i tried to do it again. i tried to escape with su1cide. so.... yes. im fine now. just suffering.

Heyo,

Here we go again 💜with another post

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I let the darkness of the world lay a finger on me. And.. maybe the darkness of the world cast a shadow above my head. Sometimes when a person can be so weak the world will throw sticks and stones at that person. And our dear world already turned upside down watches us from above. The world watches and waits. Will humanity ever change.. and if my words truly meant anything.. were my words meant to be??

Sometimes I question myself. Do people truly like what they read from me or are they nice because they have to be?

Maybe I might be sitting in the darkest days just know I love you. Thank you for everything.

Bunny

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Also...

Your beautiful.❤️

Also...

Well done for coming this far❤️

Also ..

Thank you for being you ❤️

Never forget how amazing you can be.

Our wounds and scars always lead to our most beautiful parts

hello all,

Hope everyone is okay❤️I am sorry, I haven't been able to write. Sooo as a little favour back for you all . Here we gooooo........

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Everyday, I woke up with this deep dread and overwhelming feeling. The weight of the darkness and fear of the world had weighed inside of me, it was like lifting I was carrying a big, heavy bag on my back. And this weight would consume my thoughts and my feelings. Drown me in the darkness of my surroundings. And I tried to fight it back but it was a shadow following me. Every step I take, I found myself in the deep darkness of this shadow. This thought. And there I was, fighting for myself. Even though I had already left everyone's hearts. I woke up in the darkness, slept with darkness, let the darkness swallow me. This darkness will follow me to my grave. And there I was. Waiting for the sun to rise once more.... And if it will. Waiting for my nightmares to become dreams. For me to become the person I always wanted to be. Some people used to tell me, "You can't focus on every problem, you will never be able to save the world". But in a world where we can walk, sing, create... and even survive, there is always a way to save the world. His story. Her story. Their story. Our story. We are our characters of our book. We are the hero to our story. Not every hero becomes a hero without fighting. Life will fight us. Its just a matter of fighting back. Seeing , waiting.... what life will bring next....

Bunny