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I ate a banana

The other week, I ate a banana at school.

I peeled it from the top, like always.

 

Someone once told me monkeys peel them from the bottom, but I don’t really believe that.

 

Recently, I saw a TikTok of a girl saying she didn’t dare spit out her toothpaste while her boyfriend was in the room.

 

I break my banana into small pieces with my hands, like always. Taking a bite would be easier. Not feeling watched would be easier too.

 

How can eating a piece of fruit look wrong?

 

At home, I eat my banana normally. I’m not afraid of men. I’m not afraid of other people’s opinions either, and I’m definitely not afraid of what people think about the way I eat a piece of fruit.

 

And yet, I still break my banana into pieces. I never just bite into it.

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enjen
18 / F
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May 25
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