3 beauty marks that draw a triangle on my chest. 1,2,3. It is the Bermuda Triangle, this vast region has become notorious as the stage for several sinister events involving the disappearance of airplanes, cargo ships and boats, for which metaphysical and/or supernatural explanations have become the most popular. The awkwardness I felt when it was time to show my naked body to someone else for the first time. I still feel it, in fact, despite being something that has been changing throwout the years. However, this awkwardness is fragile, and yet again, I know that it is the mind playing tricks on me. It’s my most overflowing day. If this expression didn’t exist, it does from now on. The toilet seat is stained red after I sit on it and when I look inside my eyes sting from the fluorescent colour. I think it’s the most beautiful color my body has ever created. And it comes in abundance and flows. All the disgusting things that have already gone inside through the hole from which it releases. It is accepting the fat finger as I used to call it. To accept it and to color it with varnish to attenuate it’s own identity. It is not cool to want to be the center of attention. I found this in the notes on my phone: body list; tatoo remover; bacon; boob lift; exercise.