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My waist is thin, my wrists are thinner. Bones protrude everywhere my ribs & my hips & my hands The number on the scale is too low the number of things I hate about myself too high I am wasting away and I don't know how much I care
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Nov 30, 2014
Nov 30, 2014 at 9:00 PM UTC
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My waist is thin, my wrists are thinner. Bones protrude everywhere my ribs & my hips & my hands The number on the scale is too low the number of things I hate about myself too high I am wasting away and I don't know how much I care
#hate#eating#skinny#weight
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Nov 30, 2014
Nov 30, 2014 at 9:00 PM UTC
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