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Sep 2015
When my stomach is rumbling,
I skip another meal,
and my clothes get looser,
but my skin clings
tighter to my skeleton.
This is when I can honestly say
I feel truly beautiful.
How I used to think. How I sometimes still do. I'm ashamed I had done this for so long. But I loved every moment of it.
Brooke Davis
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Brooke Davis  20/F
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