Most of my life, I hated my body. I was told I was fat, hair..
Most of my life, I hated my body. I was told I was fat, hairy, and disgusting. The relationships I had, I figured, were in spite of my looks rather than because of them. It never struck me that I was some peoples' "type." But I eventually realised that I'm a bit like black licorice; not everyone likes me, but the people who do really fucking like me.