In the middle of my traveling, I turned 40 and I began to hate my body, which was actually progress, because at least my body existed enough to hate it.
Sava ceļojuma vidū man palika 40 gadi un es sāku ienīst savu ķermeni, kas patiesībā bija progress, jo vismaz mans ķermenis eksistēja pietiekami, lai to ienīstu.