I miss being skinny being cold being thin
Skinny enough where I can cup my ribs and never feel my thighs touch ever
I miss seeing hip bones through clothes and cringing when I bang them on walls or counters I miss seeing the numbers drop and the weight fall off
Jun 28, 2017
Jun 28, 2017 at 11:18 PM UTC
I miss being skinny being cold being thin
Skinny enough where I can cup my ribs and never feel my thighs touch ever
I miss seeing hip bones through clothes and cringing when I bang them on walls or counters I miss seeing the numbers drop and the weight fall off
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