As the old joke goes, a patient walks into the doctors office and tells the doctor how it hurts when they move their arm this way. The doctor then replies with 'then don't move your arm.' I walk into the world, where I am screamed at that I am too imperfect, too big to be beautiful, not petite enough to be pretty, not skinny enough to be sexy, I take up too much space. I walk into this place and I'm telling the world it hurts to exist this way... The world then tells me then do not exist.
