You know what I miss? My belly button.
Seriously. My navel was so nicely shaped. A fine little pattern. Not deep. Not an “outtie.” Not gross. Reminiscent of a spiral shell pattern.
I took a good look at my navel for the first time in almost 3 years the other day while examining other scars. It’s gone, completely. No pattern designed by nature, it’s deep and painful — I can feel the scar tissue beneath it from repeated surgeries. It looks like a stab wound in the middle of my midriff.
NOT. SEXY.
Just digging my own grave here when it comes to attracting the opposite sex, but eff it. That’s just wrong, to not have something as simple and uniquely your own as the belly button Nature intended for you to have.
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