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1:39 p.m. - Monday, Feb. 01, 2010 I still hate myself for this. I shuddered to touch my own body. To heal my red, cracking thighs, to sooth my lower back and my hips. I did it out of necessity to heal, not intention to comfort. Dry and bumpy and ugly. It hurts to be touched. Like ugly is a disease and I'm afraid of contaminating others. Just a bad mental day. � � |