Dear Perfection, You're A Bitch.
Dear Perfection,
You’re a bitch. Not as in difficult or overwhelming. Not as in hard or strenuous. But as in, you’re a bitch. A real, bona fide, obnoxious, who-do-you-think-you-are…bitch. You make me want to scream.
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Dear Body, Happy Valentine's Day
Dear Body, This Valentine’s Day, I wanted to apologize for a few things, and tell you how much I appreciate you—all of you. I know I don’t tell you enough. So, here it goes…
Legs. I often grab you and make fun of you, but then you continue to support me to get to where I need to go, to run, to twirl, to dance, to cuddle. I’m so thankful for you. I promise to be as kind to you as you have been to me. Thank you for forgiving me—You truly are beautiful, and quite helpful.
Butt. Sometimes I tell you I want you to be smaller, but the truth is, you make me feel sexy, no matter what the magazines say. It’s kinda’ hard to admit, but seriously--keep being you. Oh, and I’m so sorry for squeezing you into pants you clearly don’t want to be in. I really appreciate that you get it.
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