We are never taught how to love the temporary state of our bodies, but we forget: every state is temporary. So, I start with a hastily crafted apology.
I'm sorry for all the names I call you, and times you make me cry. I know you want to do good by me. So do I. Truce?
In order to find peace with the current state of my body, I have to find some perspective, through the body dysmorphia crippling my rational mind.