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Skinny is a feeling. The feeling of a necklace scrapping protruding collarbones, The feeling of rings slipping off thinning fingers, The feeling of sharp cheekbones slicing into skin, The feeling of hunger scratching stomachs, The feeling of jeans becoming baggy around pencil legs, The feeling of bald patches covered with wooly hats in summer, The feeling of sharp ankles balancing on scales, The feeling of needles in arms, The feeling of hospital blankets, The feeling of cold. But there’s no feeling in death.
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Jun 4, 2017
Jun 4, 2017 at 5:59 AM UTC
Skinny
Skinny is a feeling. The feeling of a necklace scrapping protruding collarbones, The feeling of rings slipping off thinning fingers, The feeling of sharp cheekbones slicing into skin, The feeling of hunger scratching stomachs, The feeling of jeans becoming baggy around pencil legs, The feeling of bald patches covered with wooly hats in summer, The feeling of sharp ankles balancing on scales, The feeling of needles in arms, The feeling of hospital blankets, The feeling of cold. But there’s no feeling in death.
#spokenword#anorexia
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19/F/England
Jun 4, 2017
Jun 4, 2017 at 5:59 AM UTC
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