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Feb 2013
I want to see my bones,
Every single one.
I want to count my ribs,
I want to see my hips.

Why can't I be thin?
Like the girls in magazines?
Why am I fat?
While everyone is so tiny.

I want to see my bones,
I want to see them all.
I want to be light,
I want to be graceful.
Kendra Hall
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