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Ana
My mom doesn't believe you're real, Ana.
She doesn't believe you plague my everyday life
'why are you counting calories, trying to be less of a pig?'
Mother
That hurts
When you call me those horrid names
Stop, and listen.
Don't you hear Ana whispering promises of being skinnier and prettier?
Uhh idk
Mason
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Mason  13/FTM/Buffalo, New York
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