It's only when you're explaining everything to your therapist that you realize how fucked up the things you have done actually are.
Getting 3rd degree burns waiting in the bus stop? Nah, imma walk to the next stop so I can sit in the shade.
if we stop stressing about being fuckable all the time, we save a lot of energy and we can focus on things that actually matter, like the planet, black eyeliners and french fries.