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This body and I, we don't get along. I look back at old pictures, and remember how I felt. Body turned, chin down, stomach in. Hoping, in those brief moments between the flash and capture, that I would be frozen in time as a smaller version of myself.
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Mar 13, 2017
Mar 13, 2017 at 4:30 PM UTC
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This body and I, we don't get along. I look back at old pictures, and remember how I felt. Body turned, chin down, stomach in. Hoping, in those brief moments between the flash and capture, that I would be frozen in time as a smaller version of myself.
melody-martin
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Mar 13, 2017
Mar 13, 2017 at 4:30 PM UTC
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