Poetic Relapse.

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Last night you told me you loved my body and thought I was wonderful and that you loved my legs and I almost cried.

I had a horrible body day last night and I could tell you picked up on it, and all day today you kept telling me how nice and skinny my legs looked in my jeans and even though it felt nice, it got annoying because I hate my legs so much they're one of my least favourite parts of myself and even though you were trying to make me feel better, it wasn't working at all...

But fuck you make me feel so happy.