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Ignore my tired gait and red rims The hint of discolor on my pale skin The mirror exposes naked sin The pain behind my forced grin This battle I will never win The unending struggle to be thin
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Apr 9, 2018
Apr 9, 2018 at 5:49 PM UTC
The Unattainable Goal
Ignore my tired gait and red rims The hint of discolor on my pale skin The mirror exposes naked sin The pain behind my forced grin This battle I will never win The unending struggle to be thin
I used to hate my body and went through a phase where i would throw up after eating and I was using unhealthy methods to try and lose weight. Now I am a trim 103 and i miss having ***** and a **** I wish i could slap 135 lb me in the face because although i had some chub i would much rather go back to that then be skin and bones like i am now, although only being 5'2 i look alright.
AmandaKayBurke
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30/F/Alaska
Apr 9, 2018
Apr 9, 2018 at 5:49 PM UTC
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