My Body Is The Least Interesting Thing About Me

<p>I stand in front of the mirror and conduct my daily visual examination.</p> <p>The lower part of my belly protrudes. Cellulite puckers my fleshy thighs. Spiky gray hairs sprout up along my crown. Is that a zit welling up on my chin?</p> <p><strong>I don&rsquo;t&nbsp;<em>hate&nbsp;</em>my body. I don&rsquo;t&nbsp;<em>loooove</em>&nbsp;it, either. It&rsquo;s completely fine and usually gets the job done.&nbsp;</strong><strong>I&rsquo;m just sick of obsessing over it.</strong></p> <p>This is a learned trait. I don&rsquo;t think I&rsquo;m the only one whose mother passed down a critical gaze along with the color of the eyes that do it.</p> <p>My body has always been unacceptable in some way.</p> <p><a href="https://medium.com/hello-writer/my-body-is-the-least-interesting-thing-about-me-bbfa7ad662fb"><strong>Click Here</strong></a></p>