I love my new tattoo.
I love it so much. I keep admiring it in the mirror during dance class. Whenever there's a free moment, I am looking at myself.
Which is weird.
I am not unaccustomed to self-admiration. I admire many things that I am or do. But I'm not used to admiring the way I look in a mirror. I look in the mirror and aim for yeah, okay. Sometimes, I manage to achieve better than before. Taking delight in my appearance, even this one small part of my appearance, is a strange and new experience.
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