I love my body.
The shape.
The way my skin sticks to the bones.
My Bow legs.
Every scar on the surface.
The petiteness.
The hourglass with very narrow tops.
But now I'm having doubts. Back in my hometown, I was the small girl. The title was bestowed upon me by some guy. Now in the city, I see so many more pint-sized girls. 3-feet-lotus-women. And boy, do they look good. Suddenly I feel awkward. I can't be labeled small, big, or A-O-K. I"m a bloody misfit! Sigh, I worry too much about these stupid things.
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