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The human minds interesting. The human body is interesting. Every part is fascinating. But somethings wrong. Broken? Damaged? Not sure. It’s nothing like a computer, something that’s programmed. At least their computer knew what it needed to be. What it is.
Pidge is curled in bed, thinking. They always think that’s their job. But more…inwards. They’ve always been different but what if they’re different to themselves. Does that even make sense? Every curve and every…every feature. They don’t look like themselves. The see only flaws, bugs and….their left with something they don’t like. It’s unfair it’s so unfair. It’s unfair that they’re short, it’s unfair that they have a chest. It’s unfair they’re born like this. It’s so unfair. Their body’s wrong. When they shower they see her. They see a girl they haven’t been in a long time, not ever. They see her long hair and her dress. Her voice. It’s ugly. It’s awful. They want to puke. They see her body. It’s not right it’s not- them. They hate their brain they hate their brain they hate their brain- their mind- their body. Every month being reminded of how stupid it all is. How pointless. They know who they are. Their friends know. Don’t they? How could they not with their round curves- (they had a figure like a box) and their stupid round face, (their a child) and their stupid stupid stupid voice! What they’d give to just. Feel good. Feel good in this body, this body that’s not theirs. It never will be it never will it’s hopeless why can’t they-
“Pidge….” Oh god. Oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god- a hug. A hug greets them, and a….hoodie? “It’s from Lance.” Shiro mutters softly. “Why can’t I feel good- why can’t I feel righ-“ “don’t worry about that now. Just….you know who you are, don’t you?” He hums. “…..yeah.” Pidge smiles