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Finally starting to hear and listen There's only one right way for me to take. My own.                Letting go of dreams                    that involve me forcing  . Never gonna be                                    150                                   again. No matter how                          Ideal It may seem.             That was what was right for then, Consistency Has never Been key to trajectory No matter how bad I think I wanna                               be smaller, I will never fit into those jeans                                 Again. Into that box Again.          Into categories that have me mad that the orange isn't red as red as the apple                When it was never meant to be. Wondering when I'll accept that... I'll never be                             150 again.
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Aug 11, 2015
Aug 11, 2015 at 12:09 AM UTC
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Finally starting to hear and listen There's only one right way for me to take. My own.                Letting go of dreams                    that involve me forcing  . Never gonna be                                    150                                   again. No matter how                          Ideal It may seem.             That was what was right for then, Consistency Has never Been key to trajectory No matter how bad I think I wanna                               be smaller, I will never fit into those jeans                                 Again. Into that box Again.          Into categories that have me mad that the orange isn't red as red as the apple                When it was never meant to be. Wondering when I'll accept that... I'll never be                             150 again.
Coming into my Woman in every way and terrified of the expansion. Not really knowing how to handle it all.
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Aug 11, 2015
Aug 11, 2015 at 12:09 AM UTC
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