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I'm so comfortable with my face-with my fat fucking thighs-with my imperfect smile and my thoughts that might not make sense to you.

I'm comfortable reading a book and stopping and forgetting where I left off and picking up a new book to read.

I'm comfortable with dirty dishes in the sink and my questionable nature you might find annoying and pestering.

I'm comfotable.

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