#confidence boost

[idesofrevolution]

Party Animal

Danny smiled his signature perfect smile, posing stereotypically as the phone sat propped up on a sidewalk trashcan with a timed camera counting down. While it was his 21st birthday, and he'd invited nearly twenty people to come out clubbing with him in New York City, he wasn't entirely shocked when everyone had some lame excuse as to why they couldn't come. Victoria was in the middle of watching Yellowjackets and couldn't be bothered to get up off her couch. Taylor was stuck at the airport in Nashville, unable to board his connecting flight due to "inclement weather." Felicity couldn't find a dog sitter for the night (bullshit), and Kyle just didn't even respond to the text. This was relatively par for the course for poor Danny, who'd gotten all but used to the feeling of his "friends" ditching him when it was plans of his own.

There were absolutely reasons in their mind as to why going out with Danny was less than an ideal evening: he was a wallflower. Sure, like everyone else in his small town, he had a fake ID. So one would assume that his relative experience in bars would at least teach him something about how to have a good time in one. Unfortunately, this was certainly not the case. Danny was the friend who would get to the bar, order two Long Islands and drunkenly cry for the rest of the night. He couldn't hold his liquor, he couldn't hit a joint without having a fifteen minute coughing spell, his moves on the dancefloor were generously described as "cringe," he would leave early and complain about it the next day. Yet, without fail, the next weekend would roll about and he would be the first one in line at open. His messy party ways had completely eradicated any chance of an entourage going with him, even on his birthday. Thus, as he posed rather stereotypically on the side of West 17th Street, alone and underdressed for his first gay nightclub of legal age, there was a level of disappointment.

Chelsea was bustling that evening, with stunning people in outrageously skimpy outfits strutting from building to building. All were in their little cliques huddles together until they made it to the doorman, where they'd quickly disperse into the drunken crowd within. Guys like him were the ones standing in line, waiting for someone to leave so they could have a chance of getting in; wallflowers, all of them. Thus, as he finally arrived at the club he'd heard so much about on every gay travel blog imaginable, he wasn't shocked to receive a quick look up and down from the bouncer and a head shaking no. Dejected, alone, and not even buzzed, Danny pulled out his phone to call the Uber back to his hotel. That is, until he felt a subtle tap on his shoulder. He sighed and turned around, locking eyes with an unexpected but very welcome sight.

He was tall, maybe 6'4 in a cutoff white tank top, a golden chain hanging from just beneath his nipples. His abs sat like the cobblestones on the street against his chiseled torso, flanked on either side by two huge, vascular arms. His fly was undone, with his thumbs suggestively holding it open. He had a gentle, yet sultry face: perfectly manicured facial hair and sweaty, wavy curls atop his head. He smiled as he leaned against the wall, illuminated brightly by the streetlight above them both.

"Baby you're not gettin' in looking like that." He had a thick accent, perhaps Cuban or Dominican, but it rolled off his supple lips like the drool which had begun to slightly dribble down Danny's jaw. The man smiled and ruffled his hair, getting ready to walk back into the club.

"Hey! Uh... I really like your outfit. You wear it really... really well." The stud turned back, a small chuckle under his breath.

"Thank you baby! I wasn't sure about the chain, but it draws attention to all the right places, am I right?" He ran his large hands over his abs, winking at the salivating 21 year old. "I'm Mateo, by the way." The two shook hands, Danny barely able to contain himself.

"So, you come out to these clubs often? It's my first time in the city. My twenty first birthday, actually." Mateo's face lit up. Tossing his arm around Danny's shoulder, he leaned in close to hopefully be heard above the hustle and bustle of the chattering crowd outside. Danny blushed. He could feel the heat from Mateo's pit on the nape of his neck, the smell of wet armpit after a night of dancing tickling the hairs in his nostrils.

"Where's your party? You better not be out here alone on a Saturday night!" Danny looked down, trying to hide the thirst which had overtaken him.

"Ahh, they all cancelled. It's just me tonight." Danny felt an immediate yank, as Mateo squeezed him tightly against his pillowy pecs.

"Nahh. It's just you and ME tonight. C'mon." Mateo began guiding Danny down the street, chatting about the nightlife in New York City, how it's better than anywhere else, how it has the hottest guys and the best vibes. Mateo had been a staple of the ballroom scene for a couple years at that point, and was well acquainted with the bars and their owners. Any place of any note, he'd be able to waltz right in. Though in this instance, he decided to do something special for this little guy who he'd found meandering the streets. "It's definitely an in-the-know kinda place, if you know what I mean. And you're not getting in wearing that, so I guess we're just going to have to get you a birthday present." The two strolled up to a relatively inconspicuous apartment building, Mateo flashing his card to open the heavy metal door. Two flights up and ten doors down the hall, Mateo opened the door to his apartment. It was tidy for the most part. Plants sat on every imaginable surface, even hanging in macrame slings from the popcorn ceiling. Mateo flipped the lights on in his bedroom and opened his closet door.

"Uhhh, what are you looking for?" Danny nervously shuffled from side to side. This wasn't going to be one of those makeover scenes a la Clueless, was it? Mateo flashed several articles of clothing in front of his face, each vastly different from the one before: leather pants, a silk button up, a ripped up tank top, a latex polo... Under his breath, Danny could hear the quiet mutterings Mateo whispered after each one. Too young, too bulky, too preppy, too kinky.

"Hey. Like what's the vibe you're going for? If some hot guy walked up to you and was looking you up and down, what would you want him to see in a perfect world?" Danny sat there a moment, pondering. He wasn't entirely sure. He'd never thought about it. Closing his eyes, he tried to go back to his days of fantasizing about what a perfect Danny would look like. What he'd always wanted to look like. Though, for him, those days were far behind him. The years of being ditched and cast aside, while he understood why, had taken a toll on him. He'd only ever seen himself as that annoying friend who ruins the mood. Danny shuffled his feet beneath him, hanging his head.

"I don't know... just not... this." He motioned up and down, alluding to the rather sad appearance he'd taken on. Mateo stopped what he was doing, chucking a pair of sunglasses at the frowning young man, hitting him square on the nose.

"You stop that. This is not a pity party, it's a birthday party." Danny nodded, picking up the sunglasses from his feet: Balenciaga. "You know what you need? You need a confidence boost." Mateo pinched his chin, analyzing his closet. "And I have just the thing." It was like a frenzy. Within seconds, clothes were being tossed at him. Looking down at them, he anxiously investigated them. A long, almost see through tank top, a well worn sleeveless leather jacket, and a pair of wide, baggy pants- all of which about two sizes too big.

"Uh, hey, I really appreciate it but I don't think I'm gonna fi..." Mateo had plopped a heavy pair of beat up combat boots on top of the pile in his hands, nearly spilling the whole outfit out of Danny's arms.

"Shut up and go put this on, I promise you'll look great." Sighing, he started headed toward the bathroom, only for Mateo to stop him. "Here, just..." Mateo grabbed the wrists of Danny's shirt, pulling the gaudy top off his frail body. Snatching the tank top from the pile, he ripped it off the hanger and slipped it over his arms and head. The shit was undoubtedly massive on him. Danny was after all 5'4 and 100 lbs soaking wet, the tall hunk which stood before him would obviously be wearing way larger clothes than him. "Arms back!" Mateo slid the sleeveless leather jacket onto him. Danny could smell that this item was well loved, catching a subtle hint of weed, cigarettes, and sweat gently wafting from it. "Pants off!" He directed, Danny followed. Pulling his skinny black jeans down to his ankles, and taking off his brown loafers. He stood before Mateo in his whitey-tidies, and an unimpressive flat bulge. "Yeah, take 'em off and burn them. Besides, easier access for the lucky guy later tonight." He winked, causing Danny to blush. Any time his gal-pals had tried to do a makeover it always ended in a trip to Hollister or Abercrombie to look like every straight high schooler in 2013. He'd never had a guy, let alone a gay guy take the time to dress him. His guard finally down, he dropped them, quickly snatching the lightweight pants and pulling them up his legs, tightly pulling the drawstrings to keep them up.

Mateo looked him up and down, clearly thinking about what was missing as Danny slid his feet into the massive boots, feeling the squish of gogo boy sweat bubbling up onto his soles. Mateo snapped his fingers, grabbing the sunglasses and sliding them onto his face. Danny couldn't deny feeling cool in these ill-fitting clothes, whether or not he felt hot in them or not- if this sexy club kid thought he looked good he probably did.

"Awesome, here, take this bag. Happy Birthday, we gotta go!" Danny didn't even get a chance to peer into the mirror before a large leather bag was tossed at him and he was pushed out the door. He tripped over the baggy pants dragging on the ground, and the clunky boots which slid around on his now damp feet. "You look great," Mateo said as they hopped down the stairs. "I got just the place to take you."

The two walked for perhaps only a block or two before they turned into a dark alley, only a single red lamp far down the brick walled canyon illuminating the surroundings. They strutted up to the rusted metal door, Mateo knocking only three times before it swung open. The huge bouncer blocked the door with his arms crossed, though the moment he saw Mateo, he silently stepped aside. Thrust inside from behind, Danny entered the club.

From then on, the night was a blur. The few moments of clarity and recollection told quite the story. The club was packed, sexy guys dancing on eachother, gogo boys on the bar, discarded ecstasy pills littering the floor brightly glowing from the blacklights. A DJ played derivative beats as they approached the bar. The last clear decision that was made was to take a round of shots.

"Zayn! Could you get us two blowjobs?" Danny turned quickly, shocked at the prospect. He was slightly less anxious when the two cream topped shots were placed in front of them. After a quick birthday toast, the two downed their shots. Immediately, Danny felt an instant release. The nervousness had subsided, and he felt ready to enjoy the evening. He couldn't help but notice, before Mateo had ordered round two, that the sexy bartender seemed to smirk with every shot, heading to the back room for a moment only to come back with two perfect drinks. Round 2 felt just as good as the first, feeling himself smile and sway to the music. It was followed up by round 3, then round 4, then round 5... The shots just kept coming, and by round 7, the world was spinning.

From what little could be recalled, he hit the dance floor with Mateo, showing off the notorious dance moves which had caused him so much grief back home. Though, as the night progressed, he felt the music in a patently distinctive way. Every beat, every note hit differently. His body seemed to just move on its own, his hips swaying, his hands slowly wandering around Mateo's firm waist. The unfittedness of the clothes seemed to dissipate, and they began to feel... right. He liked the way that they showed off his broadening shoulders, his widening biceps... As he dropped, effortlessly pulling off spins and dips, his strong, muscular legs kept him firm in his stance, rooted in the perfectly fitted boots.

He could remember Mateo running his hands over the light tattoos sprawled on his pulsating forearms. He'd even done a few of them himself in his boredom during a relatively crazy shroom trip a few years back. In fact, as the two of them stood there in eachother's arms, looking eye to eye and towering over the dancefloor, he was so grateful that his bestie Mateo would give him such a night out on his birthday. Though, it seemed every year got more and more wild. The two didn't waste any more time. This was going to be a wild birthday, as Mateo planted a deep kiss onto his lips. Their sweaty, muscled arms wrapped around eachother, passionately making out on the dancefloor, before Danny reached into his bag, pulling out the magnum ribbed condom he'd gotten earlier that day, hoping the two would arrive at that point sometime during the night.

Mateo smiled and nodded, the two heading outside to wait for the Uber to take them back to the apartment. As Mateo eagerly tapped away on his phone, Danny leaned against the street pole, thrusting his sizeable package toward his boyfriend.

The next morning, Mateo woke up to an empty bed. Sweaty sheets tossed from one side of the room to the other, the stench of kinky sex still wafting in the air. He rolled out of the stained bed, walking past Danny's still warm, musky combat boots splayed on the hardwood floor. After a night of being railed with his face buried in it's ripe opening, he couldn't help but take a quick whiff down memory lane before going down to the front door. There, perched on the step, in all his blonde, shirtless glory sat Danny smoking his American Spirits.

"Good morning, sexy bitch." His velvety voice soared like the wind to Mateo's eager ear, something about that cocky, confident swagger behind his words always hit just right. He plopped down next to his boyfriend, sensually nibbling on his pierced ear. "Gonna get the neighbors all hot and bothered." Danny chided, Mateo knowing full well he loved being seen in even more compromising positions by anyone who stumbled across them.

"That's the idea." The two laughed and kissed, hoping old Mrs. Prallatt across the street was huffing and puffing in an indignant rage. "Hey the house is performing later tonight in the Bowery, I think you should show off the new number. Kick the LaBeija's ass off the floor." Smirking, Danny took a long drag and let out a large cloud of smoke before turning to Mateo.

"They don't stand a chance." Mateo stood up, kissing Danny's smooth hand before getting ready to head back up to get dressed for the day. "Hey, babe." Mateo turned and looked down at the beautiful creature which had been the wildest ride he'd ever taken. "How about you take those sweats off and I show you a couple more moves before we head out?" A strong grope of Mateo's growing bulge and a wink from behind his Balenciaga shades was all that his man needed to see.

#male transformation #body transformation #original #transformation #musk #gay transformation #clothing tf #male tf #ballroom #gay tf #confidence boost #boyfriend transformation #tattoos

[pastel-charm-14]

(っ◔◡◔)っ ♥ dealing with negative thoughts and self talk ♥

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷remember that you are a radiant beam of light in this world, and negative thoughts are simply clouds passing by. practice self-compassion by acknowledging your feelings without judgment. surround yourself with uplifting affirmations, engage in activities that bring you joy, and remember to celebrate your victories, no matter how small..ೃ࿐

#it girl #pink pilates princess #coquette #that girl #clean girl #just girly things #self care #vanilla girl #coquette aesthetic #matcha girl #self improvement #growth journey #mindfulness #self love #confidence boost #balance

[your-supportive-friend]

The way you look is not a punishment.

It is a gift.

Please do not be afraid to share your gift.

#you are special #special does not mean ugly #special means beautiful #there is nothing ugly about being yourself #your supportive friend #positive mental attitude #encouragement #positivity #gentle reminder #self care #self love #self confidence #confidence boost

[ribbonkey]

Btw if you ever feel bad about your art and need an ego boost go outside and start drawing in a crowded (not too crowded) place, on the train, at the park or the towns square.

Socials are not great for artists lately but OUTSIDE THIS MESS, in the real world, there will always sneaking up on your art that thinks you're super cool for that 👉👉

Art is super cool, socials are just too toxic sometimes

#i never liked socials to be fair #im never consistent ahaha #art tips #ego tips #art boost #confidence boost #art #artist #ive also made some art moots like this ahah

[got-here-from-pinterest]

Be me

Be genderfluid

Have enby/agender day

Dress semi feminine

Look in mirror

Give 0 shits

You do NOT understand how empowering that is, omfg

#genderfluid #pride #confidence boost #lgbtqia

[pearled-languid]

easy and natural tips on being prettier for feminine-presenting people!!

try to tan/aloe use vera after tanning

Nails- long & natural or keep them professionally done- both are cute if you do it right. 

Lip scrubs and lip oils and use chapstick!!!

Take care of your skin, lotion everywhere always especially feet/hands at night 

Cold showers are rejuvenating for your skin and hair!!

Scalp massages help to initiate faster hair growth (look it up for better instructions)

Trim hair every 6-8 weeks

a little bit of water in dry mascara makes it creamier

the magic of mascara is usually in the wand and not the formula, you can reuse better wands in less expensive mascaras instead of buying more!!

Beard dye on eyebrows to make them darker can help to add more definition and structure to your face

Spf moisturizer everyday!!! find skincare products that work for you, it is worth it even long-term!

Drink so much water (like actually) 

Take good care of teeth, make sure they are visibly clean and your breath smells good

A quality deodorant, body lotion and a little perfume are always important

Jewelry and accessories always help you look more put together.

Face/hair masks 1x a week

Posture, you can do exercises to improve it and be aware of it always. It helps to slim your body visually and appear more confident wherever you are.

Castor oil (and if you can afford it eyelash serum) eyelashes/brows

Ice cubes for the face 3-4 times a week

Using a form of jade roller moisturizes more effectively

personal opinion belly rings specifically/other piercings look amazing on EVERYONE and are huge confidence boosters!!

Biotin oil for scars and stretch marks 2x a day at least to help them fade, takes time but works after a month or so!!!

If anyone would want me to make another about weight loss I lost 30lbs in 3 months and can help you guys out in healthy and effective ways. trying to boost confidence!!! 

#clean girl #feminine #beauty #beautytips #beauty tips #advice #beauty advice #beauty and personal care #self worth #self compassion #self care #hygeine #hygiene tips #personal care #pretty #how to be happy #confidence #confidence building #confidence boost #confident #tips #tips and tricks #beautiful #positivethinking #positivity #stay positive #positive thoughts #school tips #tips for glowing skin #how to look better

[onlypositiveaffirmations]

Discover a collection of empowering affirmations to cultivate happiness, success, confidence, gratitude, self-love, motivation, positivity, and abundance. Start each day with positive intentions and transform your mindset with these uplifting affirmations.

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#affirmations #Affirmations For Happiness #PositiveAffirmationsForJoy #Joyful Affirmations #Happiness Is Within #Choose Joy #Happiness Everyday #Radiate Happiness #Embrace Joy #Affirmations For Success #Positive Affirmations For Success #Success Mindset #Success Is Inevitable #Achieve Success #Believe And Succeed #Success Affirmations #Affirmations For Confidence #Confidence Boost #Positive Self Talk #Inner Confidence #Self Assurance #Confidence Is Key #Embrace Your Strengths #Affirmations For Gratitude #Gratitude Attitude #Thankful Heart #Grateful Mindset #Count Your Blessings #Gratitude Everyday #Gratitude Is Key

[writersmorgue]

Febuwhump Day 9 - alt. Lightning Strike

I legit couldn't think of anything to do for bees that wasn't too similar to something I've already written, so here's this instead.

TWs in tags || read on Ao3 || wc: 1,063

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“What kind of ugly ass scars are those?”

Denki hides his body for a reason. 

“It looks like you were struck by lightning, is it from your quirk, Kaminari?”

They’re ugly, he knows they are. 

“Kaminari, can you move? Your skin is freaking me out.”

People with mutant quirks are treated well at UA, especially the powerful ones like Shouji and Tokoyami. Physical differences mean little to nothing when you can kick anyone’s ass who gives you crap. 

But Denki’s scars are different. They’re completely his fault. 

Every time he goes stupid with overexertion, his quirk fires off at random intervals. Since he’s not conscious to prepare for it, it creates these lines in his skin. Lichtenberg figures, they’re called. 

They’re raised, dusty pink lines on his skin, wrinkled and perpetually tingling. They stretch out all over him, centered on his inner forearms and chest, where his quirk focuses on output. They follow a senseless pattern, weaving across his skin. He used to have a lot of freckles on his body, but many of them have been overtaken. 

When new electricity pulses through them, they get hot and irritated for days after. Denki has to sleep sitting up, leaning over his giant Pikachu plush. It’s tear-stained, looking just about as miserable as he feels on those nights. 

He changes in the showers in the locker room, hiding away from his closest friends. People he trusts with his life. 

Bakugo always looks at him weirdly when he refuses to take off his long sleeves. The guy has some pretty gnarly scars himself; All won in hard-fought battles. Each one tells a story of badassery that Denki could never dream of reaching. 

Just yesterday, during training, he’d overworked himself again. The figure going up his back took the beating and crawled up just past his costume collar. Good thing Todoroki has single-handedly made turtlenecks come back in fashion. 

He’s angry at his weakness and frustrated at his lack of control. 

Shoving his costume in its case, he tugs his long-sleeved sweater down self-consciously.

A gruff voice calls his name, and he curses when the sudden movement his neck makes sends an arrow of pain down his back. 

“Hey man,” He smiles, “what’s up?”

Bakugo’s eye twitches, and before he can so much as breathe, Denki is dragged to the empty offices in the gym. 

“Uhh,” He falters, tripping at the last step before he’s gently (for Bakugo) shoved into a wall. 

“Roll up your sleeves.” His classmate sneers, crossing his arms and glancing to the door as if expecting someone to interrupt and ruin whatever intervention is happening. 

Denki frowns, tucking his hands behind his back and trapping them against the wall. “Kind of a weird request, dude. Do you mind explaining before I strip for you?”

Bakugo flushes, eye-twitching, “You’re stalling, fuckface. I’m not- fuck,” He sighs, glancing to the door again, “I’m not letting you walk out of here if you’re gonna hurt yourself.”

“Oh,” Denki blinks slowly. He’s not wrong, but he’s only doing what they all do during training, “It’s just collateral. I’m fine, Bakugo.”

That was the wrong thing to say.

“What the fuck about cutting yourself is collateral, you fucking moron!”

“Cutting my-” Denki mumbles, looking down at his arms. Is that what Bakugo thought?

Huh. 

He looks up at Bakugo suspiciously, “Are you the one who stole my exacto knife and my scissors? Bakugo, I’m not doing that. It’s just scarring from my quirk, like Kirishima’s eye.” He sits on that for a second, “Well, I guess Midoriya’s arms would be a better analogy.”

He brings his arms forward and tugs his sleeves up, exposing his wrists for Bakugo to inspect. “See? From the electricity.”

Bakugo squints, aggressively taking one of his wrists as he’s been given a time limit. 

“How come you cover them then?” He grunts, letting go when satisfied. 

Denki rolls his eyes, “They’re ugly, Bakugo. I’m not blind.”

“Well, as long as you fuckin’ know. Loser.” Imaginary Bakugo jeers, shoving Denki into the wall again and exiting swiftly… Probably giving him a middle finger. 

In reality, he just kind of… stands there. 

After a few moments of silence Denki is far too weirded out to stay quiet. “Uh… dude?”

Bakugo blinks, looking back down at Denki’s arms and grabbing at one to pull up to his face again. He investigates them, eyes darting over the skin, where the thickest of the figure is. “It’s not ugly.”

Um, what?

“Um, what?”

Bakugo tsks at him, waving his own arm in his face, “I said they’re not ugly. Where’d you even get that idea?”

Denki sweetie, Haru’s mom said your arms scared him, so you have to keep the jacket on for the whole play date, okay?

What are you, fifty? What’s with the gross wrinkles?!

Do you, like, wear a full surfer suit when you swim?! If I were you I wouldn’t let anyone see me without a shirt!

No, you sit by him! If he shocks me I’ll look like that!

Denki sighs, leaning back against the wall, “Everyone says that, dude. Since my quirk manifested and I went stupid for the first time.”

Bakugo’s nose scrunches like he smells something bad, “They’re fuckin’ stupid. You’re just like anyone else with scars. Everyone in our class has some, it’s part of the damn job.”

“Yeah, but mine are-”

“Normal, dipshit.” Bakugo interrupts, waving his hand at Denki, “If anyone in our class says shit, I’ll fuckin’ kill ‘em. Only thing ugly about you is your stupid face. Always smiling. It’s gross.” 

Denki can’t help but blush in response. He thinks that’s the closest Bakugo’s ever come to complimenting him! Even if it was just followed by an insult. 

“Aw, thanks Kacchan,” He grins when the tips of Bakugo’s ears pinken. 

“You’re fucking stupid. Are you gonna quit moping now?”

Denki nods, grinning eagerly, “You bet, and I’ll show some skin just for you!”

Bakugo flushes bright red, “Wh- that’s not! Fuck you!!”

Denki giggles, skirting around his fuming classmate before he blows up the office they’ve borrowed. “See you, Kacchan.”

He pauses by the door, catching his hand on the frame, “And thanks, by the way, I appreciate it.”

Bakugo shakes his head, shoving his hands into his pockets, “Whatever dunce face, I better see you in the locker room tomorrow.”

“You know it!”

#bullying #self esteem issues #fluff and angst #emotional hurt/comfort #s3lf h4rm reference!!!!!!! none actually in the fic!!!!!!!!! #sh mention #scars #Lichtenberg figures #as per usual #denki kaminari #bakugo katsuki #bakugo katsuki is a GOOD FRIEND #character redemption #denki needs a hug #also as per usual in my fics #confidence boost #febuwhump #febuwhump2024 #whump............ kind of........ #febuwhumpday9 #morgue's febuwhump 2024 #llyn writes shit

[howifeltabouthim]

I needed to have him . . . I needed to feel wanted by a good-looking man.

Lisa Taddeo, from Animal

#wanted #vanity #desire #gotta have it #want #i want you to want me #ego #confidence boost #characterization #personal #quotes #lit #words #excerpts #quote #literature #lisa taddeo #animal

[fuckingaroundatfreddys]

hihi! can i req a confidence boost for BV? thx

Hey BV! Did you know im proud of you? Because i am! I'm so so proud of you <3 You're valid, and you always will be. Keep being awesome for me, alright? :D

hug

#mod eclipse #five nights at freddy's #fnafkin #five nights at freddy's kin #fnaf kin #five nights at freddys #confidence #confidence boost #BV #CC #fnaf cc #fnaf crying child #fnaf bv #fnaf bite victim

[vikkisheepy]

Friendly reminder to KILL SELF DEPRECATION.

Doesn't matter how often you use it. Stop that "joke" dead and cold in its tracks. Pull yourself out of that rabbit hole before you fall too deep and find it impossible to crawl out.

Why?

Because there's only so many times you can repeat the same "joke" before your brain actually starts to BELIEVE it.

Replace self deprecation with self appreciation and aggrandization. I really fucking mean it. Pump up your ego.

Next time you forget you left something at home, don't say "God I'm a fucking moron how am I still breathing lmao". Instead say "Hmph of course. My memory is such a glorious powerhouse that something just had to leave to get some fresh air. Happens to all of us, even a goddess such as I."

Sure it's more wordy, and doing this can take practice (especially after years of studying and living under a system that shames you for stepping out of line or not fitting its mold and forces you to bury your pains), but this repetition WORKS! Repition can be just as much a blessing as it can be a curse, so make it a habit to boost your self image.

Remember, your friends keep coming back to you for the person you are. You are loved because you're smart, funny, kind, caring, creative, inspiring, AND HOT. YEAH YOU HEARD ME.

F U C K I N G H O T

Now go drink water and do shit that makes you happy!

You got this my good bitch!!

WOOOOOO!!!

#vikki rambles #confidence boost #positivity #encouragement

[teatattoosandstarwars]

long time no tumblr

hey guys, whoever follows me now anyways?

I haven't been on here in TIME. I don't even know.

All I know is I've gotten married and had two kids since.

I turn 30 in April and it's given me the biggest issue with confidence so I find myself looking for approval online. Back to my toxic teenager ways I guess 🤫✊

#tattoos #chest tattoo #blue eyes #makeup #blue hair #pawtattoo #selfie saturday #confidence boost #essence cosmetics

[therealsasori]

Heeeey

My girlfriend took these super pretty pictures of me and I just want to share them with people - because I really don't feel pretty often aaahhghvnk

#personal #picture #confidence boost #aaah i dont know what to do brrrr

[itsjustgeorgia]

It’s my grandmas 😉✨

#babe #plus size babe #plus size #septum #septum piercing #plus #blonde #plus-size fashion #vintage fashion #confidence boost #my boys is art

[createdbytragedy]

Your writing is seriously just😩I love it so much! Thank you for sharing it on here!🫶🏻

You have no idea what this mean to me! Thank you so much and I will try to create more like these :) Feel free to talk to me about anything. Your life, a fic request or even some thoughts!

And this message is gonna make me smile for the whole ass week!!:))))

#THE sweetest!!! #MOTIVATION TO MAKE MORE #confidence boost

[drea-s-artblog]

Can you believe this?

#my art #confidence boost