Iron Out (Old Arc #14)
I hate my body and the way it works. I hate hating it, the Stars would think otherwise. The Stars love me. They love the rivers that flow down my thighs. They love the pebbles on my shoulders. They love the strawberry patches that run down my legs. They love the little imperfections that time can't seem to iron out.
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