It’s happening again. I don’t know when it started up again only that it was slow and creeping like a sickness that spreads. I looked at myself in the mirror one morning and wondered how anyone could ever stand to look at me, how it’s no wonder that no one ever wants to look again.

Sometimes it’s hard to feel good about yourself, particularly appearance-wise. I’ve always had trouble with my appearance, though it’s definitely gotten better from when I was young and was constantly scrutinizing every flaw only I could see in the mirror.