A lot of people tell me that they love my belly.It means a lot to me to hear things like that. The way they're said, the spirit they're intended in. It's just that I've never been able to appreciate my pooch the way that others do, and I suppose I never really will. The truth of the matter is that I hate my belly. I hate the way it feels, I hate the way it makes me look. And when I get caught up in that loop of hating these things, it affects the way I feel and act as a person, which no one loves.
The simple fact is that I want people to love me for more things than just my belly.And I'd like to be able see those things when I'm standing in the shower.
[Listening to: Team Sleep, "Your Skull is Red"]
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