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Karkat hated himself. A lot.
For starters, he was too fucking fat. Everyone told him he was fine and looked nice, but they were far from right. His body was oversized, filled with scars, and overall unattractive. Plus, he had every right to hate his own body. So what if he lived in a constant state of hatred? People seemed to dislike that about him. His body is just one more thing to add onto the hatred list.
Here he sat, in just his boxes and binder, staring into the mirror. He saw nothing but imperfections. Never in his lifetime did he expect someone to be flushed for him. How did June even manage to fall for this disgusting excuse of a flesh sack? He mentally cursed at himself for dragging her down.
He quickly threw on one of June’s hoodies and a pair of sweatpants. She was coming over soon, but that couldn’t stop him from performing his daily activity of staring into the mirror in disgust.