"comparison is the thief of joy."

[Gan]

whenever I take a good pic of my abs or my face and feel hot I look at someone on insta or Pinterest and immediately fall back into the quicksand of thoughts and comparisons and why this and why nots, why not me? why can't I be happy with my appearance even if I'm not a htn or cl. Just to be happy with it. no matter how compliments, it's like trying to put ice on a burn that reached bone. I don't even have nerves to feel cool. I don't have the capacity to look them in their eyes and genuinely take the compliment. no matter what I do or what surgery I might get. the hatred of my selfsame being super ceded. like some superhero, which makes me feel like a villain.

 

[InanimatePragmatist]

So is reality. Sanity never walks hand in hand with happiness.