YOU ARE OBLIGATED TO FIND ME ATTRACTIVE, SHITLORDS
or you could, you know, mind your own business and keep your opinions to yourself unless asked.
>I AM TWENTY years old and I hate myself. My hair, my face, the curve of my stomach. The way my voice comes out wavering and my poems come out maudlin. The way my parents talk to me in a slightly higher register than they talk to my sister, as if I’m a government worker that’s snapped and, if pushed hard enough, might blow up the hostages I’ve got tied up in my basement. I cover up this hatred with a kind of aggressive self-acceptance.