I try not to be ashamed of my body. I mean, it made an entire human fucking being. But at the end of the day, you don’t see stretch marks, cellulite, or misshapen boobs on models. You don’t see it on perfect people like my sister, or I’m sure any number of the women Everett’s been with. But when I do look at him again, it’s pure captivation I see on his face.
