Hi guys! Sorry this isn't a continuation, but I feel like it's worth the read.

Since I wrote this story, I've taken some steps. I've started doing minor workouts every day and going on runs at least three or four times a week. I've felt better about my body. I wouldn't classify me as having an eating disorder, but maybe you would. I am decently sure I eat less than what I should, though you couldn't see it in my body. I try my hardest to skip meals. I eat healthy, yes, but I also just don't eat. Luckily for me, I don't have the willpower to stop eating any more than I have. Willpower makes it sound heroic, though, and it is not. It's dangerous.

I'm going to be blunt to you strangers who enjoy my writing and possibly are a little self-conscious, too.

I was a virgin up until recently. This year, I slowly started doing things with guys. It made me feel good about my body…for the day. Then came the time that I had sex. It was good, and I felt good about myself for a little bit. I didn't feel worse, I know that. I met the guy over summer vacation and we didn't want to do the long-distance relationship (tear). Eventually, I became friends with benefits with a friend at home. We only did stuff once, but it kind of made me realize something.

Ladies and gentlemen: our bodies are not that important!

Look, I'm not overweight, but I'm not tan skinny or have boobs or a butt (literally I am so flat). I have a little pouch for a stomach. I'm 5'6" and weigh 140. I've got an average face. Even with A cup boobs and a tiny little butt and a flabby stomach and jiggly thighs and flat hair and huge nose, he gets a boner. Every guy I've kissed has gotten a boner. More than that, he's excited. He's excited about whatever my body holds. So those instagram models you see with tan skin and a barbie doll waist and full boobs and butt, or those fit workout teachers who have toned everything? They'll give them just as much of a boner as you will with your gut or your flabby arms or whatever the hell is the problem.

All in all, if you're going for sex, you have a vagina. Or men, you have a penis (most girls don't give a shit about size. Too big ones hurt some people, remember that)! You have fingers and you have a tongue. You have all the right parts. It doesn't matter if they're different. Different is good, unique.

Sex means so little. Your body is great, embrace it, love it, but remember that without your personality, you aren't you.

If you think I sound like I know my shit, trust me, I don't. I'm literally so clueless. But this is something that I've figured out. I'm still working out, but I'm not too concerned if I cave and have a load of ice cream or chocolate. I know the right guy won't care if I've got a little belly. It shouldn't be about your body.

But I'm done with all of that sappy goodness. I've got more Clace short stories out and a long one in the works. Check it out. I still like this the best, but you can decide. Also, if anyone wants to talk to me about what I just said or about themselves, I am always open. I have no life so hearing about yours is actually nice.

Feel beautiful!