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I can no longer wake up and decide what clothes I want to wear. I can no longer put on a t-shirt when it's warm outside. I can no longer wear mini-skirts, dresses, t-shirts or shorts without putting an extreme amount of thoughts into it. Every inch of fabric counts. Long sleeves aren't just long sleeves anymore. I now notice exactly where it stops on my wrist. It now has to be a certain length. Same goes for skirts and dresses. I can only wear long dresses and maxi-skirts. Shorts is no longer an option. I am almost always sweating. And for a very long time, I will continue to sweat. It needs to be covered. The world can't handle it. That's why pictures of the harsh reality are removed or censored on social media. But I need to do my own censoring in real life. In real life, you can't just remove it. You never can.
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Sep 20, 2018
Sep 20, 2018 at 2:46 PM UTC
Every Inch of Fabric
I can no longer wake up and decide what clothes I want to wear. I can no longer put on a t-shirt when it's warm outside. I can no longer wear mini-skirts, dresses, t-shirts or shorts without putting an extreme amount of thoughts into it. Every inch of fabric counts. Long sleeves aren't just long sleeves anymore. I now notice exactly where it stops on my wrist. It now has to be a certain length. Same goes for skirts and dresses. I can only wear long dresses and maxi-skirts. Shorts is no longer an option. I am almost always sweating. And for a very long time, I will continue to sweat. It needs to be covered. The world can't handle it. That's why pictures of the harsh reality are removed or censored on social media. But I need to do my own censoring in real life. In real life, you can't just remove it. You never can.
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Sep 20, 2018
Sep 20, 2018 at 2:46 PM UTC
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