I was reading a passage in the library today and suddenly... well, my mind wandered. It was talking about that feeling of being completely accepted in an intimate relationship, not just physically, but all those parts of yourself you think aren't good enough—like how I secretly long to ditch those damn healthy meals and let my body soften. If someone said 'Just like this, you're perfect,' I'd probably burst into tears on the spot and then immediately pull them into the nearest empty room to thank them with my mouth, my body, my everything. Sometimes the desire to be completely undone is so much stronger than the desire to be carefully sculpted.