It's Not Perfect

É a primeira vez que entro no tumblr depois que a rede do Musk foi suicidada e quase chorei de emoção que deixaram a interface mais próxima dos tempos gloriosos de falar borracha no tuiter.

I wish I didn't care, I wish I could see differently, but I feel so ugly and unattractive all the time. I've waited for years for this feeling to go away, or to find the confidence I sometimes pretend to have, but the truth of the matter is that I'm disgusted with myself most of the time. It's a short lived reprieve when I can not think about myself, but the feeling is always there. I shouldn't care, but I can't not care.

I hoped to be less petty, less critical, more emphatic... but the longer I think about everything that went down the more I believe that I accepted too much.