I go through phases. Somedays I feel like the person I’m supposed to be, and then somedays, I turn into no one at all. There is both me and my silhouette. I hope that on the days you find me and all I am are darkened lines, you still are willing to be near me.
I personally go down to my local Curves establishment and bang on the glass windows weeping and screaming SOMEBODY PLEASE LIKE ME at the top of my lungs.
Make sure your saliva and snot bubbles coat the glass while your cheeks are pressed up against it.
Try to establish eye contact with the startled women inside. Let them see the pain in your eyes.