** Disclaimer: this is not me. **
But sometimes, truth be told, it may as well be.
I am a secure person -- almost, perhaps too secure. I always joke that I'm a reverse anorexic. I look in the mirror and see a skinny person.
I'm not kidding.
BUT...I hate my stomach. It's WHITE and jiggly....and, sure, it's housed two beautiful boys and god knows how many beers, but I just don't like it. It's scarred and stretch marked and I end up trying to cover it up all the time. I love my heritage, but i wish I got something else from my father....
There's it's out... (well, my stomach always was)...
do you feel better about yourself now?
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