I've hated my body (everything and I mean EVERYTHING about it) for as long as I can remember.
Slowly, I'm becoming at peace. Before moving here, I had been battling with an eating disorder for about 7 (dear God...seven fucking years). I have quit that. I *try* to eat better, try to exercise but some days I still go back. Anyways, that's not the point.
The only thing I'm having a hard time still accepting is my size, although I refuse to ever buy a scale so it's not so much my "weight" but how I look in certain clothes I know used to fit. If that makes any sense.
Oooh. And my boobs. Too big. I want a breast reduction more than anyone could even imagine.
And my ears.
Everything else...I love.
Someday, I hope to love everything
