Truth.
I have been battling my body for as long as I can remember.
For an equally long time, I considered myself broken.
Unrepairable.
All I focused on was the flaws, the grossness.
Reality?
Yeah, I'm not that together.
Yeah, I have a lot of broken pieces and parts.
But I'm repairable.
And the mending process has already begun.
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