I’m tremendously uncomfortable in my body. I feel it underneath my consciousness at all times, physically and emotionally. It sucks. But I’ve been in this disconcerting situation before, and even though it’s laced with inward-pointing disgust, even though it makes my skin crawl, I know what to do (in theory at least). I’m taking discomfort by the throat and smashing it into a brick wall like a criminal in a mugging until I’m able to bend it to my will, fit it into a box labeled “this shit doesn’t matter” because I’ve crushed it’s bones and taken them for myself. Fuck being uncomfortable. Fuck letting it ruin what should be a fun and exciting day. Fuck that.