What if you can't accept your body?
(What if the monster is on the inside?)
I'm not talking about an unflattering beautymark or the wish to 'lose a few pounds' as a new years resolution. I'm talking about pure revulsion, a deep-running loathing of the meat-suit you're forced to wear in order to exist. If you'd rather be 'mind' without 'matter'. The unwanted but inescapable exterior is enemy and prison. The body as temple is unsancitified; no longer is anything worshipped here.
'GROTESK. – or – the temple unsancitified' is taking to the extreme the inability to look in the mirror and the desire to claw out of the shell...