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Comparison Pics - Anatomy lesson I never asked to find

A random post. A single search. One click and everything you thought you knew about your body collapses. Curiosity turns to confusion, and confusion turns to horror. “Comparison Pics” tells the story of that moment, the quiet unraveling when you realize what was taken from you before you ever had a say. Told through whispered confession and fragmented memory, the lyrics trace the path from denial to awakening. It’s about the search for proof, the loss of certainty, and the ghost that lives in what’s missing. This track explores the moment of awakening- when a single search, a single image, changes everything. If you feel moved, disturbed, or inspired, consider learning more about the intactivist movement to protect children’s bodily autonomy. Listen, reflect, and share. If you want to financially support my work, 👉 https://www.gofundme.com/f/support-ho... -I appreciate all the donors in helping me chase my dreams to assist in ending this vile act... #Intactvism #AntiCircumcision #ComparisonPics #GenitalIntegrity #BodilyAutonomy #ProtestMusic Shoutout to Intactivist v-tuber for all the support from day one. ​⁠ ‪@PrevailovertheSystem‬ __________ Comparison Pics lyrics [Verse 1] It started with a forum post. Something random, something loud. People fighting about a word I didn’t know “Circumcision.” Didn’t mean much. Just scrolled past it. But the word stuck like something behind my teeth. Uncomfortable. Unsaid. Couple days later, I searched it. Just to see. And that’s when the floor disappeared. [Chorus] What is that? What is that? Why doesn’t mine look like that? I thought I was normal. I thought I was whole. But this... this isn’t mine at all. [Verse 2] Comparison pics. Side by side. Anatomy lesson I never asked to find. Right: Intact. Left: Me. And the space between them was a scream. Skin I never knew I lost. Nerves I never got to feel. A body I should’ve had, ghosting me through a glass screen. [Bridge] My hands were shaking. My face was hot. I kept scrolling. Over and over. Looking for proof that I was wrong. That someone made a mistake. That maybe mine was just different. But the more I looked, the more I knew. This wasn’t different. It was damage. [Chorus] What is that? What is that? Why doesn’t mine look like that? I thought I was normal. I thought I was whole. But this... this isn’t mine at all. [Verse 3] I always felt that something deep down was wrong. Didn’t know what, till I saw what was taken. Now I see it every time I look down. Now I feel it ghost pain. Naked. Shaken. They didn’t just cut skin. They cut my certainty. My reflection. My foundation. My mutilated skin. All it took was a photo. And the truth hit like a car crash in slow motion. [Outro] Click. Scroll. Breathe. Shatter. Try to sleep with that. Click. Scroll. Breathe. Shatter. Try to sleep with that. #anticircumcision #bodilyautonomy #protestmusic #childrenmatter