I don't love myself anymore. I just hate the way my legs jiggle when I walk up the stairs. I hate the way my smile rolls up on one side. I hate the way my eyebrows peak in the middle. I hate the way my arms flop on down to my hands. I hate my knees and my eyes and my tiny, tiny feet.
It doesn't matter, though. Because she's blind.
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Well... they say love is blind, but I know several people who see a whole lot more in their significant others than I do.
ReplyDeleteTrue story.
Haha. Love is not only blind, but critical and begrudging.
ReplyDeleteBut it's probably worth it.
Is it?
ReplyDeleteIs it really?
ReplyDeleteUgh. Yeah. It's the only thing that makes me feel, and pain is okay because at least I know I'm alive, right?
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