yeah but like, maybe the road to accepting your body doesn’t always have to lead through finding it beautiful. like, my body has kept me alive for so damn long. it has kept me alive despite all my efforts at self-destruction. despite my casual neglect. it has kept me alive even though i absolutely fucking hated it and viciously bullied it for the majority of my life. it just… persevered. it kept me alive until i reached the point when i don’t really want to die anymore. and it’s still keeping me alive. and i don’t care if it’s beautiful. i care that it’s stubborn. i care that it pushes me to eat when i need food and that it pushes me to sleep when i need rest. i care that it tells me when something is wrong. i care that every single part of it is doing its absolute best, day in and day out, for no one other than me. it simply doesn’t deserve resentment. it doesn’t deserve to be compared and always found lacking. it doesn’t deserve to be punished and criticized for every misstep and every flaw. it deserves gratitude. it deserves patience. and, yes, it deserves love. and love has nothing to do with beauty.
Oh my god this is so good
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