I do enjoy my eyes, their size and shape, my gaze and how it drips off of them. I love my cupid's bow and how it's stamped with flushed pigment. I love my freckled skin that embrace my rosy cheeks. I'm happy I kept my nose's little subtle bump and her width and lack of definition around the nostrils. My thick hair that I care for so effortlessly after years and years and years of being able to take the time to learn.
I guess I cherish the little skills I had to build up over time to take care of myself after an upbringing of neglect, a variety of abuse, enmeshment built from an environment of precarity and scarcity. It's my 10th year on the big E and it's been messy and it's been beautiful and it's been hard, very very hard and it's shaken me to the core several times.
This has been my desktop background for 7 years at this point so maybe it's rubbing off.
Anyways I was feeling kind of shitty about myself and my body earlier; the way the world treats me based on my outside is not how I should treat myself on the inside.


















