this is a self image thing that I felt the need to write about

...damn it I had dreams I had the sincere ability to love myself!....what the F has gone wrong got me all twisted up about myself how I look and what I see OMG!! this is me I have always trusted 'me' deep down why have I turned on myself?

....what the utter F am I comparing my baby beautiful self to... to make me so damn insecure and it can't be right I cuddle up asleep unaware and I'm not there... and I look peaceful and lovable it's only fair.

why does the daylight make me feel bad?

why does my body make me feel sad?

oh man!...it's this completely unbalanced distorted world collapsing impossible self scrutiny on each and all of us.

what is beautiful? is what is all WHAT IS WRONG! it's so remarkably hypnotic and forever permeating the false impressions of beautiful and glamorous and distinctive.

the market place the cash register the private jets determine what is attractive and everyone (almost) falls for it.

it's damn intimidating and overwhelming and unacceptable!

we all have enough to deal with...our poor little and big and in the middle and unusual and unique one of a kind bodies are under ATTACK from ridiculous and soul destroying diabolical judgments and it's time we looked upon ourselves as God or whoever tucks your bed looks upon us and it's with desire and fascination and satisfaction.

this dumb world has no authority over what compassion we have available for ourselves.

time to fall in love with our bodies and I aint joking.

monkey thoughts