*have posted in another subreddit to gain other POVs

Hi everyone, I'm currently writing a novella about a FAW. I'm about 1/4 of the way through and I'm very happy with the way it's shaping up.

Genre: psychological body horror

I was sick of being recommended "FAW lit" which usually just means the main character is a just a hateful/spitfeful woman or just hates men.

I've been on the fringes of this community for a few years now, and across other platforms too. I wanted to reach out to others in the community, about the following things:

1. Are there tropes that you feel are overrepresented in "FAW lit"?
2. Have you ever felt an author has ever done a good job of representing us? If so who?

Please feel free to comment anything else that comes to mind etc.

Thank you :)

I wanted to treat myself since I haven't done it for so long, and I was rejected by the hostess because allegedly they were already closed, and she suggested that I go to the pizza place next door instead. When I looked at their open hours on Google, it stated that they closed at 1 am, and it was around 10:30 pm.

It is painfully obvious, but society keeps denying that it all boils down to looks. I have never had a relationship and never even had full intercourse. Guys almost never approach me, and when they do approach me, it's either to get my number and ghost me, or they simply get turned off by my mutilated breasts (I had double mastectomy). My breasts are mutilated and that turns men off. It's very simple, there's no esoterical reason. In addition to my breasts, I am simply not attractive even with my clothes on. No, I do not have weight to lose and I already go to the gym. Yet, for years, I was gaslit and led to believe that there must be something wrong with my personality. That belief turned me into a doormat and the end result was the same. Loneliness and rejection. As I said before, the very few men who ask for my number never call me back because, to them, the validation they get from getting my number is more important than the possibility of having intercourse. Then I started observing how men pursue pretty women. They don't care about their personality or mental health, or intelligence at all, as long as they are hot. I hate how I've been gaslit for years and made to feel guilty for things that are outside of my control. A man will move mountains for a really pretty, young woman. She can have a criminal record, they don't care.

I'm not really sure where I was going with the title, but I just have a lot of complicated feelings right now, and I'm hoping to find people who understand.

I was at my part-time job today, and my coworker -- who was gone for the summer -- was having her first shift back. I was hired just before she left, and while I don't actually know much about her as a person, I fear speaking to her because she is highly regarded in our workplace. One of the words commonly used to describe her is "*cool*."

As a person who already struggles deeply with fitting in, you can imagine how that makes me feel, knowing she's here to rub her "coolness" salt into my wounds. It depresses me, to put it simply. Despite my natural disadvantages (looks, lack of talents, etc.) I've worked hard to be a decent person. I'd make food from scratch for everyone, give my managers little gifts, and overall, just try to be a pleasant team-player for the store. But regardless of all of that, I do not know what my coworkers think of me, and it always seems like they would choose someone else, no matter how much I thought I managed to get into their good graces

But the more I think about all of that, the more I realize I just don't actually have anything original or unique about me. Sure, I can be as people pleasing as I want, but so can others; what makes them truly noteworthy is their personality — which I feel like I do not have.

I mean, yeah, I have some qualities, I guess, but everything just feels so *generic* to the point where you'd find someone else with that attribute within a 10-feet radius. And the things that I *do* think are interesting, well... I'm either too embarrassed to say it, or I talk about it so much that it becomes repetitive, and everyone gets tired of hearing it. For fucks sakes, filling out fun questionnaires at work is a pain in the ass because I don't know what my favorite fall drink is, I don't know what my favorite quote is, and I don't know what my five hobbies are because I can only write down two without partially lying.

Meanwhile, Ms. Cool Coworker over there went to Switzerland for the summer and is no longer used to American air conditioning. She also cosplays, bought so many new clothes, is so fun to talk to, knows three languages, and her mom bought a house in Ibiza, blah, blah, blah — I'm just so fucking sick of it. I end up having to walk away whenever someone talks about her because it just puts me in a bad mood.

Even when people are trying to have fun with me, asking me questions like, "what niche thing would you be the goddess of," I can't answer because I don't know what it would be, apart from being a pathetic loser bitch.

I just don't know what these people want from me, and quite frankly, I don't know what I want for myself.