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Maya

Skinny girl, why don't you feed yourself? Aren't you disgusted with your body? Look how your clothes are baggy. Look how your bones stick out. I would hate to be you. I am happy fat. "I'm not happy." Of course you are! You have to be! Everyone knows that when you're skinny, you're happy. The lighter you are, the freer you are. You can fly away if you want to. You are happy. You're a liar. I will never be happy.
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Mar 23, 2012
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