Dislike.

I... dislike myself, as a physical being.

I dislike the soles of my feet. My heels calloused, and always seem a little bit dirty. The balls of my feet have long, dark, layers and lines in my thick skin, scales out of cuts. I dislike my toes; my shy, almost squashed up little toes, and my three awkward middle toes, increasing in length, like brothers in a line. And my big toe, round and with a dark toenail lined with white.
I dislike my ankles, the creases in my heels, the lack of definition. My calves I dislike, feel disproportionate and too large, too much. Scarred, dotted with shades darker skin with ripples, small spots of scar tissue. My knees, I dislike, because they are dimpled and discoloured. My thighs I dislike for their mass. Their curves seem to sit awkwardly, lower than hip. I do not even have the ghetto booty the Greek girls get. My thighs too, they are scarred, some with marks of a tropical life, and others of a pain in life. I have silver webs of stretch marks and freckles, dimples and a paleness.
Inside, I even dislike my vagina. Resent that one inner lip is larger than the other, that my rose is lopsided, or that I am unpleasant, with an improper aesthetic.
I dislike that I have a swell of flesh (mapped with silver rivers and deltas) above my pants line, how awkwardly it sits on me. I am ill at ease.
My stomach is not flat, but not very protruding.
My breasts I dislike, at times most of all, for that I can put my arms by my side and my breasts, feeling gravity, almost reach my elbows. Maybe I have short arms (another complaint) or maybe not. I hate that my areola are large, sometimes ovular, with a blue vein, small bumps of glands, and the pinch of how tight they are when stimulated. The scars on them, and the hard to see (but omnipresent) slight silver slivers denoting stretching.
My hands are small; my palms square and my fingers stubby. My nails are (fortunately) long and strong, but unkempt and pink. My knuckles are discoloured, my cuticles and surrounding skin calloused. I have scars, and one in particular on my right pinkie.
My back is short (as I am) and dotted with freckles, scars, moles and blemishes. My shoulder blades stick out like the beginnings of wings when I place my hands backwards between them.
My hairline runs low and I have a small bump on my nape and no idea what it is. My hair is fine and feels feathered, and never sits right, and becomes oily quickly. My face is too full, and I feel I have too much flesh on my cheeks, around my mouth. I have two dimples when I smile (my teeth are horrible) and a nose that feels bulbous and spotted.
Overall, I am short. Pudgy. Out of sorts, oddly arranged. Disproportionate.
Not very nice.

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