Externalization


This page was last modified: January 14th, 2023


I.

  • I’m ashamed about the ugly red pimples I’ve had on my legs since elementary school. I remember my mother trying so many treatments to make them go away until I told her: “I don’t care about them! Just stop rubbing all these stupid creams on me.” I imagine she thought them disgusting at first. I’m sure she doesn’t anymore, but I still do.

  • I’m ashamed about how much I sweat. I sweat just by breathing. My high school classmates always made fun of the “pancakes” on my armpits. I’m sure the girls found it repulsive. It’s rarely brought up so directly anymore, but I know it still surprises and probably, sometimes, disgusts people.

  • I’m ashamed of how sometimes I can’t control when I fart. I laugh a lot and sometimes in the middle of conversation they just fucking slip out like I’m some degenerate slob.

  • I’m ashamed of how unphotogenic I am. I hate how I look in pictures. I hate pictures. I hate mirrors. I have an eye that’s like retarded. It can never look symmetrical with the other no matter how hard I try. I hate how I look because…

  • I’m ashamed of my weight and how fat I am. I’m ashamed of my addiction to food and sugar. I’m ashamed of my lack of willpower or willingness to change myself; to stick to a regular healthy diet. I know it’s killing me and I do it anyways.

  • I’m ashamed of my stretch marks and how I’ll have them for life. Forever branded a loser who couldn’t manage his eating, his weight, his life, his health, his looks.

  • I’m ashamed of how I’ve never, NOT ONCE, really dated a girl. I’m ashamed of how much of a coward I am. I’m ashamed of my fear of rejection. How I assume, how I pretend like I know that some girl would never be interested in me.

  • I’m ashamed of how hairy I am, particularly if I don’t groom myself.

  • I’m ashamed of how I never learned to work out. I’m ashamed that I never work out. My arms are literally twigs.

  • I’m ashamed of the size of my dick. What a FUCKING meme. God does it look tiny when it’s not hard and GOD does it look skinny when it is. My first time, it took 2 fucking hours for my partner to get me hard; she had to coddle me like some fucking baby. And even when I did, I couldn’t cum for days. All because I couldn’t believe that she’d actually enjoy having sex with me.

  • I’m ashamed of how I used her. How I lied to her. How I abandoned her. I’m ashamed of the promises I made to her. I’m ashamed of ever committing to her.

  • I’m ashamed of my terrible financial management. I’m ashamed of all the money I’ve blown on my stupid findom fetish.

  • I’m ashamed of all the time I’ve wasted.

  • I’m ashamed.

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