Day ten: one confession
1. Sometimes I hate myself for not being perfect. I hate my acne and my cellulite, I hate my temper and my judgmental tendencies, I hate my average intelligence and my weaknesses of character, fortitude, and ability. I hate myself for everything I can't do well or can't be well. Sometimes I can't understand why people can stand me at all when it's so glaringly obvious how imperfect I am.
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