when i joined the worst cult i was in, the cult leader had us look in the mirror every morning and say “good morning [my name] you handsome brute, don’t you ever die” and like that was probably the only good thing that happened that cult. but it was a good affirmation, i still think i’m ugly. one of my modeling gigs was for those awful wedding expo bullshit magazines so i can’t be that ugly, but you know dysphoria.