Note: This subject has only been shared with a few friends at least 4 or 3 all honesty no lies here.
Bodies are really weird when you think about it from our elongated intestines and various mechanics that were born with not perfection, but close to it. Yet even with that realization the smallest imperfection can make this dark cloud roam around your head shielding you from seeing any beauty others may see or even may want on their own body. When I look in the mirror I see too broad of shoulders, not skinny enough, not curvy enough, not enough this that and the third, isn't it just bullshit it sounds like it doesn't it? You starve yourself to the fullest extent as if it'll make it better and get into a loop that you have to claw rip and drag yourself out of with the upmost strength digging your nails into this black hole of a mindset gripping onto the exit as it goes farther and farther. Analogies are probably the only way to explain this scenario playing in my head like a paramount movie over and over the opening, build up, climax, end. Over and over.
"I know you know how to make me jealous"
