Brain dictating to say this:
“And I don’t, don’t, don’t get the hate. Self hate, women hate, body hate, stranger hate. That seems so exhausting.
I like me. I like you. I like you, even if I don’t know you. I like you until I have a reason not to. And then I’ll probably still like you and try to view your meanness through the lens of your experiences.
I try. Some people really work at making it hard. I don’t think it’s naive, though I’ve heard that before. I just think it’s a better way to be.”
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