You know, I love the pimples in my face, I love how they sometimes look like freckles. I love my belly fat, i know it may seem creepy, but i love feeling comfortable with my body.
I don't love when I'm high, when my body loses it's consciousness, I don't love feeling fragility from it's deepest parts. I don't love not fueling my body the way it deserves to, I hate it when i destroy it unintentionally because of the fucking eating disorder thing. I hate when i helplessly destroy what somehow was the only thing that embraced me.
