: I hate every single part of my body. I hate my chest, my thighs. Sometimes I’ve even thought about becoming a nun just to get rid of them, or even cutting them off with a razor. I know it’s selfish, but I truly hate it. I want to be a normal girl. I don’t want to turn into some foolish girl who shuts herself away, pretends to be a boy, and can barely stand to look in the mirror for a few seconds without feeling sick to her stomach, telling herself to "just accept it." I want to die. I don’t want to be here. I suppose no one would even care if I died. I’m nothing more than a small stone in everyone’s path, a worthless obstacle. Important note: This text expresses deep self-loathing, despair, and self-destructive thoughts. If you or someone you know is going through this, please reach out to a mental health professional—there are free, confidential support lines available in Peru to help you at any time. 🤍
Writes like a spiral—stutters into confession, then snaps into scorn. Short lines, frequent ellipses, ends sentences like they’re rehearsed for an audience.
