|It doesn't matter if it's just one point, it can and will make a difference.|
How I personally view myself is very distorted and hard to describe, as if I’ve never really paid much attention to my physical appearance, and I’m disappointed in what the person in the mirror actually looks like rather than what my expectations had in mind. I don’t see that bright young woman who has so much potential, rather, I see an ugly thing that merely exists for the sake of taking up space until they’ve lived out their days on this dismal and desolate planet.
Thick, cranial hair cascading down onto the figure’s neck; appearing more pubic in texture and density, not to mention its dull and faded shade. Its skin, not too light nor dark, is scarred from self harm and harm inflicted upon it by others. The face and collarbone are plastered with blisters and acne, as if the creature didn’t even bother to perform a daily regiment of personal hygiene. Filled with sadness and emotional torment performed by those whom they once loved, soulless dark brown eyes gleam through the looking-glass; hoping that it can escape this never-ending madness.
I’m afraid that I must stop here, as I cannot even begin to describe my entire body; solely due to the fact that I just cannot bear to fathom the sheer concept of myself as a whole. My internal thoughts, too, are laden with such self hatred and inquisition towards finding myself. Exactly who am I, why must I hide my true thoughts and feelings from others, and how can I muster the ability to break free from this insanity that I’ve created?
These are questions that, unfortunately, may never be answered; whether it be fully or even partially.