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Sep 2018
I can no longer wake up and decide what clothes I want to wear. I can no longer put on a t-shirt when it's warm outside. I can no longer wear mini-skirts, dresses, t-shirts or shorts without putting an extreme amount of thoughts into it.
Every inch of fabric counts.
Long sleeves aren't just long sleeves anymore. I now notice exactly where it stops on my wrist. It now has to be a certain length. Same goes for skirts and dresses. I can only wear long dresses and ****-skirts. Shorts is no longer an option.
I am almost always sweating. And for a very long time, I will continue to sweat.
It needs to be covered.
The world can't handle it.
That's why pictures of the harsh reality are removed or censored on social media. But I need to do my own censoring in real life. In real life, you can't just remove it. You never can.
Written by
Victoria Kvist  14/F
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