You are the epitome of your own perception.

The way you gaze at yourself in the mirror, a constant distraction.

Critique and criticize, defile and optimize those flaws on your skin.

You cannot help but to formulate a hate for yourself within, you cannot help but draw up a diagram of those imperfections on your touched soul case.

It is not something you compare and appraise, it is a fixation of your own incarnation.