Gods, I feel terrible about my body. I actually got a good look at myself and my upper body just looks miserable. Not only am I broadchested, but my boobs are very separated. Having a 38DD don’t mean shit in this frame. Not only that, but my stomach is all kinds of fucked thanks to a lazy tummy tuck I had done a few years ago. The doctor outright told me that he didn’t do a full job because he expected me to have a mastectomy done (this was before my egg cracked; I’ve had some form of breasts since I was 12 years old). So I still have saggy skin in the oddest places that does not flatter me in the slightest. It is causing me an intense amount of psychic damage right now and I’m just miserably depressed from it.

I really don’t know what to do with myself sometimes. I wish things would calm down in my life a little so I could breathe for once. Managing two relationships with a ton of travel, managing my own life, and taking care of the house is just making me incapable of resting. I genuinely hate it sometimes.