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I spend too long pulling at my skin in the mirror silently abhorring my body with- out which I couldn't exist, and I wish I could see the beauty in the way my joints fold and unfold but all I see is the line across my stomach and a decade of hiding at the swimming pool.
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Apr 21, 2013
Apr 21, 2013 at 1:32 PM UTC
Body Dysmorphia.
I spend too long pulling at my skin in the mirror silently abhorring my body with- out which I couldn't exist, and I wish I could see the beauty in the way my joints fold and unfold but all I see is the line across my stomach and a decade of hiding at the swimming pool.
(c) Brooke Otto
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Apr 21, 2013
Apr 21, 2013 at 1:32 PM UTC
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