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Apr 2021
I know exactly how many calories are in that,
I know I don't look like the idea you have of people with an eating disorder.
I know my thighs touch each other when I sit.
I know sometimes you see me eat.
I know Iḿ not as light as a feather
and that I need both hands to grab my leg.
I know.
But please, don't tell me,
because I'm fighting really hard
not to care about it.
Written by
mariü  18/F/my mind
(18/F/my mind)   
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