I was against my body.

Social media sites are full of tutorials on “how to become a legendary human” and I try to learn, but it’s not me. I hated being watched, I hated my large pores, I hated that I couldn’t always do things as planned, I hated my armpit hair, I hated my walk, I hated my uncontrollable summer sweat. I feel safe in a room where no one is around.

On another time scale, there are other creatures who just exist, whose bodies are utopias, who are considered beautiful simply by not doing anything. Why can humans be so hard on themselves and yet be at peace with it?

How can humans maintain themselves in the information age and accept themselves, I tried to find a solution.