Every time I try on a new pair of cute pants, it reminds how badly I need to slice off that fucking tumor I was cursed with.

I'm so fucking sick of it.

It makes me want to take a knife to myself and take care of it my damn self.

I only own one pair of pants where I feel like I don't have to constantly stress, and it feels like it is so fucking impossible to hide sometimes.

I need it gone.