Goddamn Body Image

I love looking in the mirror and feeling the poison in my soul. Hatred. Pessimism. Pure self-loathing. And visual distortions. What the hell do I look like anyway?

I asked my wife if I was fatter or thinner than I tend to think I am. She doesn’t know and admitted as much. And then she hinted that I look fatter than I think because I don’t tend to take weight loss seriously. If I knew how I looked, she stated, I’d lose the damn weight.

She’s frustrated, too. The difference is that she doesn’t secretly enjoy her frustration as I do.

Come again?

Well, if you don’t understand the hidden joys of self-sabotage, I can’t help you here, but learn about psychological attachments.

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