In one of the yoga poses, I was required to turn my back 90 degrees to the back.
I was staring at my own face on the mirror.
I didn't see this jovial girl whom I could pretend to be.
Instead I saw a very very unhappy young lady.
A very pitiful young lady.
Just P-I-T-Y-F-U-L.
You'd want to shake her on her shoulders and scream, "What's the *** is WRONG with you?"
I could cry just looking at her.

This is bad.