clr crd;idk me ig
sometimes i just feel so trapped in my on body. the only way i can describe it,it’s like wearing a hideous costume that you can’t take off because the zip is stuck,yet nobody is around to help you. you’re trapped in this suit and everybody is staring at you while you walk around ,looking for help. you try to ask somebody,but they shrug it off and tell you to deal with it yourself. you hate this suit,and you can’t stand to be in it any longer. but you can’t get out. you would rather die than spend another day in that terrible costume. it’s not just the body or appearance that you hate. it’s the way the suit thinks. it makes you feel worried,uncomfortable and sick. you’re in a state of panic nearly all of the time. people will stare at you,and tell you to stop worrying as this is the body you’ve been given. there’s no changing that. but every single day you wish you could spend a few hours in somebody else’s body. to just know what it’s like to love yourself. just for once.
but you can’t. you can’t escape,and you have to learn to deal with that.