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Her body is not an empty canvas, it's a hilly mountain, uneven and lopsided some parts portruding -- sometimes soft, sometimes bony It's the waves of the sea, ebb and flow, changing One time she is okay with what she sees, the next she wants nothing more but to get rid of the excess, of the parts that don't please her Her body is crossed with scars, all the things she doesn't like highlighted in white, marked She's not happy
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Jan 20, 2018
Jan 20, 2018 at 8:20 AM UTC
Body
Her body is not an empty canvas, it's a hilly mountain, uneven and lopsided some parts portruding -- sometimes soft, sometimes bony It's the waves of the sea, ebb and flow, changing One time she is okay with what she sees, the next she wants nothing more but to get rid of the excess, of the parts that don't please her Her body is crossed with scars, all the things she doesn't like highlighted in white, marked She's not happy
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Jan 20, 2018
Jan 20, 2018 at 8:20 AM UTC
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