She was in Combat today. Right before the class started, right before the music was put on, She stood sideways before the mirror and touch Her belly with a unsatisfied look on Her face. How much I wanted to run to Her across the room, hold Her, tell Her that She's perfect, tell Her not to worry about the way She looks because She is so beautiful, so breath-takingly beautiful, that I love Her exactly the way She is, that I would not change a thing about Her (except Her sexual orientation, maybe).
If only I could do all that... makes me sad to know I never will.
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Playing now: 'What's she like' by Roxette.
