It's taken me 59 years to accept myself, and I'm sure I'm not done.

• I accept that I am a fat gay bear (actually I like that it's not a put down).
• I accept that I don't speak well; I write better than I speak.
• I accept that I do not fit in, in most places, or really belong anywhere. Though ironically people tend to gravitate to me.
• I accept that I will never be a bodybuilder (I like weight lifting), or wear less than 42 waist pants.
• I accept that I have physical limitations on what I can do.

Yeah, I accept that.