I always find it surprising how neglectful I am towards my own body and mind, but then again, it shouldn’t be a surprise considering the minimal effort. When I see somebody with a presumably fit body, with a nice hair cut and taken care of skin, I become self conscious. I’m very aware of my insecurities, it almost feels like my senses are overwhelmingly heightened. To calm myself down, I say “I will eventually be like that”. But then I get depressed, knowing that I will most likely not be that person, the person with the perfect body, the perfect hair, and the perfect skin. I’ve been learning to ignore that part of myself, the part that is overly optimistic[…]