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3/3/2022 0 Comments Learning how...This part of my body, I struggle to love.
But do you know? How lovely to touch, so soft, sweet, nothing monstrous for a space so maligned. There is less of it now, people tell me again and again how much better that must make me. I search for the teeth, the poison, the dark shadows that indicate the evil within. Instead, I find only lovely doughiness, a place I would want to kiss on someone else, and I weep from wanting to stop hating this place that does nothing to deserve it. (c) Regan Wann 2022
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