Now, which girl (or sissy) opens a post that talks of inferiority? A girl exactly like you. Stick a finger in your pussy, stand in front of the mirror and read this. No fingering or rubbing. Yes no chance.

You find a strange, almost addictive pleasure in this feeling of being lesser, don’t you? It’s as if it’s become a part of you, woven into the fabric of who you are. The more you compare yourself to them, more you recognize just how far behind you are, more a twisted satisfaction creeps in. There’s comfort in the familiarity of your own inadequacy, a dark solace in knowing that you don’t have to rise, don’t have to strive. In some perverse way, being lesser has become your identity, your anchor. You revel in the thought that you’ll always be behind, and it’s easier this way—because when you're always falling short, you never have to worry about the burden of expectation. You cling to this addiction, this constant reminder of your own smallness, because it’s the only place you know. And though you might wish for change, a part of you secretly craves the quiet certainty of being "not enough."

good girl, you may take out your finger and smell it.