when I was younger and just learning to be self-conscious, I despised this mole. its uncommonness I thought made it ugly, and I remember going so far as to sew fabric into a bikini to cover it up. now it’s one of those details I love on me, a lowkey distinguishing characteristic and something to say you’re looking at when it’s actually my braless boobs. if you’re nice I will almost always pretend to believe you.
there isn’t a woman I know, myself included, who couldn’t immediately rattle off five things about her body she doesn’t like. I wish we’d spend more time appreciating five things we do.
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