Just Crazy Enough pt.3

Okay, so maybe sex hasn't had an entirely negative impact on my life. Yes, some of my decisions in that department have resulted in my own pain, but Tuesday as I walked into town in search of a sexy little number it struck me that while I may have suffered a significant blow to my self esteem after a foolish fling (apparently two years my junior is far too young and far too immature for me), I have also noticed a significant improvement in other areas.
I've had body issues for as long as I can remember. For years I told myself and others that I didn't, and that anyone that did was foolish for not just loving themselves, because I was born into a world where it's never good enough to just come as you are. These issues have grown in the last year or so, and I'm becoming more and more aware that I cannot hide from them forever.
In a strange twist, intimacy has helped me to become more comfortable with other people. For example, just last weekend I found myself pants-less in a friend's apartment (nothing sexual, they were in the dryer and we were playing Mario Kart) and I thought it was funny how easy it was to forget about it and enjoy what we were doing, considering last year I would never have been able to do that. It's not that I'm any more comfortable with my body now than I was then, I just seem to find it easier not to worry about it.