i stare at myself, and i stare and i stare, and i exceedingly care; when i stare and i stare, it’s a strange nightmare; i stare and i stare and i can identify some flaw on my body or my face in everything that i wear; i stare and i stare and i care too much and it’s not fair; it’s not fair that i was cursed with this debilitating illness that is utterly treacherous to bear; sometimes i feel as if my ailments are beyond repair; i nitpick every blemish, imperfection, and scar; and the cognitive...