You know that voice you have inside that tells you that your body hair is gross, or your legs are too fatty, or your stretch marks are ugly or whatever other shitty thing it says about your bod?
That voice, personified, looks like this:
And he’s just trying to get you to conform to his cishet incel standards of beauty and also to feed into the capitalistic system of control that various industries have over our bodies. Why the FUCK would you listen to him? Why would you give him any power? You know you’re hot, tell Eric to shut the fuck up and choke on shit.