My body makes no sense.
Does it have to? The world doesn't make sense, so it seems unfair to demand that of my body.
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A mouse in a house of catcalls
About Me
- Lisa
- NOVA via Ohio. Wannabe teacher - anthropologist at heart. Engaged. Some food issues. Let's see where this goes.
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- Something good
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- Weighed down
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- Hillbilly burn
- Octopus
- Stern note to self
- Nerves
- A fly in the ointment
- Some better news
- I should have seen this coming
- I'll be guilty
- Hold me closer
- A lack of originality
- Holy melodrama, Batman!
- Yep, overreacting
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- Quit yer bitchin'...
- Not fair
- Hippity-hoppity
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1 comment:
Unfortunately no, it doesn't have to. Fortunately, neither does anyone else's, no matter what they look like. Maybe it would help to channel your thinking towards what your body can do, instead of what it looks like, until you're able to appreciate both aspects?
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