Looking in the mirror and feeling in the wrong body.
"Well, I like myself! What a beautiful face, I could have been much worse! What a wonderful hair color, I love it! What a warm skin tone, what deep, dark eyes, what long eyelashes, what expressive eyebrows! What a physique, why didn't I ever take up dancing? What a long neck, what a slim waist... I should be grateful."
And gosh, I am. I am so, so deeply grateful.
And yet...
"What a shame, what a tremendous shame, to want something you don't have when you have so much or, at least, not so little. Oh my god, that's not fair, what right do I have to want more? Look around you, Kiki, do you realize the world you live in? How lucky you were to be born here, into a loving family, into your own body?"
"What do you want more of? What more do you demand?"
...
"For goodness sake, shut up! I can't stand this anymore..."