𝓼𝓲𝓬𝓴

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It’s hard to explain the exact feeling. All’s I can come up with is

sick

I look in the mirror and it is not my reflection staring back at me, it is someone else altogether. It’s wrong.

I feel it crawling up my legs and my arms and my chest which will never be flat enough. Up my neck and my face which will always be too round. Too feminine.

Like sinking, drowning, but every time you scream and flail, you’re only met with “the feeling will ”. I feel sick with self hatred, like the feeling of never being satisfied. No matter how much you try to pretend, it just digs you deeper into the lie you’ve created for yourself.

It’s confusion. This is not what I’m meant to be. I am in the wrong skin, somebody save me.

And every time I call out for help, the only response is the echo in the mirror; forever reminding me that I will never be happy.

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