That's all it takes. That's how ingrained, how built-in, devious, and sinister it is. I catch a brief, unflattering glimpse of myself and I'm completely undone. I'm spiraled to worthlessness and struggling for purpose. Change clothes three times. Make tea. Fantasize about taking a knife to offending parts. Decide to never eat again. Eat. Decide to exercise. Don't.
Remember: this is my body: it grew and birthed twins at 40, walks miles with only minor complaints, adapts to vision loss again and again, does what it's supposed to every day, and gives me crazy dreams at night. And it's not perfect.