#dismorphia

[conurbanodreamin]

the type of body and face that even a mother couldn't love

[creeppycats-blog]

DISMORPHIA.

[arasdain]

Think about Frankenstein's creation with phantom limbs.

Imagine being him, and feeling the ends of arms that were once attached to your torso, except those aren't the ones that are there now. You're not feeling for something that isn't there. Not really. Except ... These aren't your arms, are they? You feel what is there, and what is not at the same time.

You reach to pick something up without looking and knock it over because you misjudged how long your reach is. Your fingers, you thought you felt them closing but...then you felt the physical sensation of fingers that aren't quite your own.

The more you think on it, the more you realize that if you close your eyes, you can visualize -no, you can feel- the body that belonged to this brain.

Nothing matches up.

You close your eyes and reach your right hand to touch what should be your left palm. You open your eyes and see your hand on your forearm instead. Everything is too big.

You close your eyes tight and try so hard to picture your own face. You try to feel where your nose is. Where your mouth is. Where your eyes and ears are. Can you see it? It's vague and hazy, like the memory of a face you saw in a dream once. You try to remember your own face. You focus on it, remembering as best as you can.

When you open your eyes the memory is gone, but before you dare to touch your face, or even think about looking in a mirror, you know that the face you've been given won't match what was in your head.

Was that even a real memory?

Whose face do you see?

your own

Nothing

a monster

something else (write your answer)

Voting ended onDec 9, 2024

[luvvyd0vey]

The way I look is not me.

The way I look sure influences the way others perceive me which may or may not influence my perception of myself, correctly or incorrectly, but the way I look when I see myself in the mirror is not the way I see myself.

I am my interests, my Pinterest boards, my prized projects and possessions, and most of all my hands, the only part of myself which I really perceive as me - which helps create the projects made of me and the art made of me and the actions I myself preform.

When I look in a mirror, I do not see me, it's not that I dislike what I see, it's pleasant enough, but it just isn't me. It's jarring in a way to not see myself the way I perceive myself to be, especially when I am hit with the realisation that my appearance in the mirror is all others see of me, for the most part.

To look in the mirror and not recognise myself often leaves me rather lost.

[herpsandbirds]

Clearwinged Mimic-White (Dismorphia theucharila), family Pieridae, Honduras

Photograph by Robert Gilson

[romanowork]

[chaotic-demonboy]

Blue Period, Ep.10

[heart-inked]

Damn, I’d be so hot if I just wasn’t as insecure as I am.