breathe in, laugh out.

They say that you don't realize what you've got until it's gone.
Well, isn't that just a flat out bitch?
Why do I only see the greatness of what I could've had after it's left me?!
WHY DO THINGS HAVE TO BE THIS WAY.
FINALLY, I LIKE HIM.
AFTER ALL OF THIS DAMN TIME, I LIKE HIM.
But, he likes others, and I can't bring myself to put in enough effort to make him like me (again.)
Damn you, brain.
Damn you, irony.
DAMN YOU BOTH TO WEST HADES.

Alas, that's not what this blog is about.
It's about my body issues.
Or lack thereof, depending on how you look at it.
To put it simply: I'm beginning to love my body.
It's not perfect. I'll never have a huge chest, tiny waist, wide hips, and big ass.
But, I'd look odd if I were built that way regardless.
Somehow, I like my big boobs, normal waist, nice legs, and tiny feet.
[shrug] So be it.