I can’t help but feel the urge to say, Only in America do we have the ridiculous privilege to state how much we hate ourselves and our bodies. In most countries and cultures, existing in moderate comfort is an outlandish dream. A bed to sleep in, food a few times a day, clean drinking water, a shitty job to go earn money at; all pretty cushy attributes in a world view of life. We need less commercials, less content creators selling us paradise, less technology, less mirrors, and more existence. Exist and enjoy. Your existence is not a promise to be kept. Promises aren’t real things. Don’t be a spoiled child. Your comfort is on no list of importance. Just enjoy the few things that keep you busy and self motivated. The comforts you stumble upon will be sweeter and the rest you get will be more sound.
Stop being a child. The world is not your parents. No one owes you anything. Self reflection is good. But you have to pull your head out of your ass every once in awhile. The putrid smell of your body breaking down every horrible thing you take in is not air. Come up for air.