We're living & dying at the same time

Hey.

One time when I was 8 I stole 70 bucks from my brother well not exactly stole just borrowed with no intention to give it back (I don't even remember why or what was going through my head or why i thought it was a good idea) but yeah and that night my family was throwing a party and since they couldn't find the money they thought maybe some other kid took it and to this day they still wonder what happened to that money and I'm a wuss so I never confessed and I don't think I ever will

When I was in 4th grade I took this kid glasses and hid them but I got my karma in 5th grade when my school told my mom that I needed glasses.

Ight so I don't know what the meansets I've done but when I was like 8 I used to steal my moms money and when I was 6 my mom used to constantly listen to this one album so I scratched that shit up

For a long time, I was very uncomfortable with my body. I can’t say what triggered it but in my conscious and subconscious mind, I was always rating my body from 1-10. “Was I worth looking at?” “Would someone not talk to me just because they think I’m ugly?” “I must look my absolute best even if I’m going on a first date with some tinder guy I truly don’t give two shits about.” I know for a fact that I’m not the only one who has had these issues. Almost everyone does, which is why you know what I’m talking about. When a kid feels bad about his or her body, it almost always translates to feeling worse about your body as an adult. The consequences are low self esteem, terrible body image, a sad sense of self, anxiety, shift of focus. Most of these things, you will understand. Let me try to explain the one you might not- shift of focus. Whenever you’re out, you care more about how you look than your interaction with people. If you do, you notice small ‘cues’ like a person staying silent as them judging your appearance and coming to the conclusion that you’re ugly or a slut or too easy because you tried a deep neck that day. I don’t have to spell it out, you get the idea. We’re living a toxic lifestyle, judging and being judged by people for our vessel. How I look is something that should make me happy. How comfortable I am with my body is more important than how comfortable you are with it. You see, you don’t have to be comfortable with it because that is not- should not- be the focus of ANY productive interaction. It took me a long time to realise this and I’m happy that I did, but even so- not all of it goes away. Sometimes I’m still very unhappy with my body. The insecurities crawl right back in. I guess what I’m saying is, please stop antagonising people because of their bodies. They’re already unhappy with it. Don’t comment on someone’s body unless you’re going to compliment them. People are already unhappy with themselves, must we really make judgments like- fat, ugly, ew acne, ugh slut, too short, midget or whatever term you use to demean people?