Bully
My mind often bullies my body.
I do anything to make it perfect so my mind can shut up.
But it never does.
It always finds something wrong with me.
I've suffered more by trying to make my body perfect for my mind than by trying to ignore it.
And after so long of trying to be perfect, I realized.
I learned to ignore my mind and accept how my body is.
It may not be perfect, but it is mine, and it is good enough.
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