⯎ leviathan ** do not read if you have body image issues. ** ** this was something i wrote about myself ** ** ^ Leviathan irl /srs ** . . . Fish tend to swim in huddles, also known as schools. No matter what the fish may look like, they always have their friends to be with them, even their family. Other fish understand their fish friends, but it really never felt like that to him. He always felt out of place, even around his own brothers. He could never really bond with any of them. They always had their other half, but he had nobody. He always had his fish though. A vast aquarium for one fish, his best friend, his only friend.. well maybe he has a sheep friend.. but no-! he can't think about them right now.. he's too busy sulking.. But Henry, his fish seemed to be getting old. As he watched the bright orange fish swim in the vast tank, he wondered. He wondered what life would be if he was perfect, good looking, and everyone liked him. He would have so many friends then. Like his brothers. He could finally fit in. Everyone would want to be his friend, everyone. He would finally feel happy in his own body. His body. He hated everything about himself, from his interests to his voice. Everything about himself just screamed "worthless" . He's tried a lot to get used to this body he was born into, even after eons of trying, he still can't love it. Sure, his eyes are pretty cool, but that's about it. In front of the mirror he sat, staring into his curled figure. Why was he like this, why can't he appreciate everything he has. Nothing seems good enough for him. Nothing. Maybe one day he'd soon realize he's good enough, but that's not now. Right now he only feels the need to cry as he looks at himself in the mirror. Maybe things will get better.
