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Jun 2017
I miss being skinny being cold being thin
Skinny enough where I can cup my ribs and never feel my thighs touch ever
I miss seeing hip bones through clothes and cringing when I bang them on walls or counters I miss seeing the numbers drop and the weight fall off
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   Lior Gavra
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