Rule 3

Your body is a wrongness.

It is wrong, Rachel.

Your body is the reason you are here, being harmed.

If you did not have your body, you would be okay.

It is not good enough for people to be nice to you, and you should be ashamed of it. If you looked like me, then you would be treated better.

Also, it's a sexual thing, and that's a wrongness, and that's why they're fucking you.

Your body is your enemy, Rachel. Your body and the sex feelings that you have are what makes you hurt and what is going to make the bad man take you away from everyone you love.

But no one loves you, Rachel. And they don't love you, because of your body.

This is why I started hurting myself so early. This is why I wanted to die. This is why they found me in a bathroom stall with a scarf around my neck when I was 12. I wanted to escape my body. I wanted to walk away from it. I didn't want to feel the eyes of the other people on it, making me remember what I was and what I would always have to be.

I wish I could be normal. I pretend to be normal. I live a relatively normal life. Anyone who interacts with me on any kind of casual or friendly basis wouldn't know. Now they do, and a bunch of them are going to avoid me now, because this kind of shit makes people uncomfortable.

That's how they get you to be quiet about it. That's how they keep doing what they're doing of.

In speaking of which...