It is very admirable, being able to love yourself. Being able to feel something other than pain when seeing what you really are. Looking in the mirror, and actually liking the image before you, seeing yourself and recognizing it. What a lovely skill in which I don’t posses. What a great thing that my brain stops me from, blocking me from happiness, unless I have enough money. It's always about money. I just want to be free of this. Free of these barriers, these bones. Free of the body that isn't mine, free of this dysphoria.