Are you comfortable with your body?

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jgerru123

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If so, how/ when did you finally become comfortable with it?
 
Long ago I decided being buried in a piano case would be kind of cool plus chicks kind of dig the open sores.

So I'm all good!
 
No, not really. I've tried many, many approaches to become more comfortable with it, though. Lately, I'm a little sad at the realization that it turns out actually changing my body is much easier than changing my mind about my body.
 
Well at first, I didn't like it much. It was bigger in places than I could understand and smaller in ones I'd wished were better endowed. I worked on these areas first, without much satisfaction - studied them, tried to improve them... Until my lab partner, Sylvian, named it, "Dead Bob", did I actually warm up to our cadaver. He's got the most amazing cold eyes... and where we both practiced this amazing suturing - near this cleft in Dead Bob's knee... Yeah. Now I like my body. He rocks having rocked!
 
My body and I have a strange relationship. I want to be thinner. I want to be taller. But I have excellent face structure and my hair is perfect, my coloration is gorgeous. All in all, I like the way I look. I work out for a couple hours every day, an hour of cardio, half an hour of strength training, and half an hour of yoga. I limit myself to 1300 cal and rarely eat things like sweets or meat. If I go over, I work the excess off. I'm a gamer, and Just Dance lets you set how many cal you want to burn and then sets up a routine for you.

Now, the things I don't like about my body are more health related. It mutates easily. I've had cancer, and I've relapsed because this bitch can't do the basic requirements to hold itself together. My body also loves drugs, and craves them constantly. It gets all these little aches out of spite and tries to tell me that some perks would make it better, or that it could function just a little more efficiently if I gave it a little pick-me-up. It bitches and moans constantly about how it needs just a hit of nicotein and it'd quit bitching. But that's a lie. It will never quit bitching. It also can't make blood correctly so my red blood cells are all deformed and get stuck in the arteries and make me tired, and sometimes make me pass out. And, it's allergic to iron- who the fuck can't handle a metal? That's not something that it even makes sense to be allergic to! But in combination with its inability to make blood correctly, that allergy is particularly annoying because sometimes my blood pressure bottoms out and I pass out. My kidneys are equally retarded and don't know what the fuck they're doing, but they've gotten better since adulthood.

All in all, if this bitch was a car... I wouldn't buy it. Yeah, it's sleek and good looking and energy efficient, and from the outside it looks like it runs fine. But when you get under the hood it has so many chronic problems and needs so many parts replaced that it's just a waste of money.
 
I am comfortable with myself.

Being a short, sassy nerd works a lot better for me than being a short, shy nerd.
 
I make love to myself three times a week.

It's unpleasant but it's something I committed to many years ago when I said, "I do." A couple of whiskey shots prior to the one-hour of passion helps.

At some point I'd like to cut it back to two times a week but I haven't had the nerve to bring it up to me, just yet.
 
I'm happy with my body. I just wish it wouldn't grow older faster than my brain. I want to do things it doesn't and it let's me know afterwards. I'll tell it fuck you I'm doing it anyway.
 
My body is the last thing I am worried about right now.
 
I became deeply unhappy about my body, so i dumped it and acquired another one.
 
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