Dear 42 year old Bod,
You were never, ever, never the problem. All the times I told you I hated your size, your shape, your lumps, your flaws, your marks, your scars or YOU. It's not you. It's me. It's not your job to look like the standards society set on us . It's not your job to sit there and be 'pretty'. YOU ARE GOOD ENOUGH. YOU ARE MORE THAN ENOUGH. I 💓LOVE 💓YOU! xo TJ
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