It suddenly struck me that many people in this world find it hard to love themselves. Surely they do love some parts of themselves but definitely not everything. As much as I would love to reiterate that our outer appearance is just a shell and what really matters is the inside, I am one of those people who doesn't love their outer appearance enough that it eats me up every time.
I listed a whole list of the things I hate about my body, top to bottom. I did it with an intention of trying to love those flaws in another way but I ended up backspacing whatever I typed because I realised I can't and never will love them flaws.
I wish I can learn to love
my ugly hay-like hair, my hair which doesn't absorb any colours since it fades into the same shade of brown every time.
my pair of small, almost non-existent eyes.
my round face, filled with pimples and never a day with clear skin.
my ugly arms and legs filled with weird pinkish red dots with can't be cured.
my flabby arms, flabby stomach, flabby thighs.
my backne.
my small boobs.
my huge elephant thighs.
my ugly round and huge toes.
my broad feet.
my chubby fingers.
I wish I could but I couldn't find a way to love them another way.
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