2026.

One of my first boyfriends compared my stomach to an inverted bum. And told everyone in school I was ugly. 

I have forever hated my stomach, and having children hasn't helped it. Now it's a wrinkled inverted bum. 

But I have someone who loves me. Kisses my stomach. Hugs me, rubs my stomach when I'm sick. Doesn't judge me. 

I'm so happy I married David. I chose the perfect man. 

Now I just need to work on rewiring my brain to love me to.