Fuck your ChatGPT, if I want to see a caricature of myself I will make the effort to go to the seaside and pay £15 for a cruel man to give me body dysmorphia like we’ve always done.
I know I need to break patterns of avoidance / sticking to a familiar hell but Christ alive dating apps are the PITS and make me want to stay alone forever
Since being in my fitness girl era my body seems to have decided that if I dare have a day off exercising, I will not get to sleep easily. Is my mid physique not punishment enough?!