confession: every woman i see, every day of my life, i compare my body to hers. constantly. i never stop. if i’m watching tv, i’m looking at if her thighs touch at the top, like mine, if her tummy sticks out, like mine, if i can see her ribs/collarbones/hips, unlike mine. i think, do i look like them, could i get a body like that, will i ever be that thin, am i that fat, will i ever be as confident as them.

i hate my mind. i’m going to go take a shower.

9:15 pm  •  17 February 2012  •  5 notes