Work is good. I
feel accepted, wanted- life
flows slightly faster, days and
weeks runintoeachother.
I smile more.
I gauge my weight in moments,
not pounds. Self acceptance has become
an afghan I wear with ease- mostly.
I make time for love.
Sounds matter more, tastes matter less, and
opinions- barely at all. I choose my friends by default
and with a hand open
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