On the preview on Wednesday I had someone reply that if all that stuff bothered me, I should just lose weight, shave my legs, and not breastfeed in public. Without even getting into why “just fix yourself then” is a shitty response, the point really is that I’d like to just not hate these things about myself. I don’t even need to love these things about myself–but I’d like it if I could at least achieve meh about these things. If these things were never commented on again so I never spend another minute worrying about them, so I could spend all that time I’ve done in front of mirrors or at 3am angsting about myself instead doing nearly anything else. Drawing. Writing. Cooking. Thinking of all that time I could have invested in something really worthwhile, instead of fretting about fixing things (read: myself), that, frankly, aren’t broken.