For as long as I can remember, my body has not been good enough.
I am a shadow of my shadow. I am angry with the state of the world because I am powerless to change it. Likewise I am angry with the state of my body because I am powerless to change it. My body is my grave. I look in the mirror and see a deceiver. I am my desires and all I have is desire,…
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