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Dec 2016
Over the last year,
my thighs have started
  to touch.
and every time
I sit
or pass
a mirror or shop,
I'm surprised by who I
see

I wish I had spend more time
loving myself and
the thighs you
passed down
to me.
Written by
Sarah  F/Oregon
(F/Oregon)   
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