The human body is a perfect machine. You give it nourishment and it gives back hope. You give it attention and it gives back love. You give it semen and it gives back life.
People spend all their lives nourishing and caring for it, making it healthier and prettier, a better place to live in, a nicer companion to live with. People do as much as they can in order for it to be a perfect machine for as long as possible.
All they do, they do out of love for themselves and their body.
And then it hit me.
It is hard to say it out loud, harder still to accept it.
All the things that I do to myself, all the food and the exercise and the plucking and dyeing, all of these things I do not do out of love for myself.
I do it all because I hate myself.
People spend all their lives nourishing and caring for it, making it healthier and prettier, a better place to live in, a nicer companion to live with. People do as much as they can in order for it to be a perfect machine for as long as possible.
All they do, they do out of love for themselves and their body.
And then it hit me.
It is hard to say it out loud, harder still to accept it.
All the things that I do to myself, all the food and the exercise and the plucking and dyeing, all of these things I do not do out of love for myself.
I do it all because I hate myself.
