Don’t do that with your face. Don’t make that expression. Don’t eat that. You ate too much. Oh, her feet are much narrower. (Than what? An airplane? Yes, that’s a fair conclusion.) Why do you walk like that? You can’t sit like that; it’s not lady-like. Why do you talk like that? No one will understand you! You like that person? But that person isn’t who I find conventionally attractive, so you shouldn’t like them. They’re….weird. Look at your hips. You’ve inherited those from the other side of the family. So wide. (Great, now I can hate myself on the genetic level). Your lips aren’t as full as hers. Remember when your skin was bad and we would stare at your acne like it was a science experiment. That was fun, wasn’t it? But don’t make that expression with your face.
You are not worthy.
A snippit of how women are taught to hate themselves, and how they can always look forward to finding something new.
I might remove this. But this is how I feel right now.
Nothing intellectual can undo the vitriol of the surface.