Well, I was feeling a little bit too happy about myself and my body, and then I walked by a mirror in my underwear and saw my stomach. It literally looks like a fucking cantaloupe melon. Scarring on scarring on scarring. I know I wouldn´t GAF or think it´s ugly on anyone else. But on me...
Guess what btw? I did some digging. My migraine prophylactic, as well as my migraine medication, both have the following side-effects: light sensitivity, thinning of the skin, and hair loss. Of course the stretch marks on my stomach are mostly from 2020 when I ballooned due to the meds I was given at the psych ward, and then afterwards I drank too much which worsened the weight gain on top of the gut bacteria holocaust that antipsychotics do to a person. But, yeah. I look like a monster escaped from some experiment vat in a supervillain´s lair. *sigh*