I have never been too fond of the way my sides stuck out slightly above my pants. "They're love handles," my mom always told me. But I didn't love them at all. But when you rested your hand on my bare skin just above my pants where my sides stuck out slightly, I did not feel self-conscious about it. And when you used it to pull me in closer to you I finally understood that there is no reason to hate my body. You helped me love myself, just by loving me.
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RandomSo this is just a compilation of short things that I have written over the past few years. For the most part they don't tie together in any way. So yeah, that's about it.
