I look at an old picture of myself in ill-fitting clothes and cannot understand how I could love myself back then. Did I? Could I at all identify myself with my own body?
At some point in my life I acquired a dress sense which is now such an integral part of my identity that I feel almost physically ill if I wear something that doesn't fit me. Some people say they dress how they feel. I dress how I want to feel (not that it always works).
There should be nothing but beauty in the world. I work on that. I want to add to it.
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