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I don't want to live in a world where comparison is bedrock, where I feel pressure when I look down. I feel disgusted in front of a mirror, I despise the side view, and the need to shrink becomes eminent. I can't leave the house unless I'm in line, every part. Every eyelash must be individual. No clumps. Every blemish must be hidden. No exceptions. And if one thing goes wrong... I just want to look like her. Or her. Ms. Flat Stomach And Tan Skin. (Soon to be a Mrs.)
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Jun 21, 2013
Jun 21, 2013 at 1:24 AM UTC
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I don't want to live in a world where comparison is bedrock, where I feel pressure when I look down. I feel disgusted in front of a mirror, I despise the side view, and the need to shrink becomes eminent. I can't leave the house unless I'm in line, every part. Every eyelash must be individual. No clumps. Every blemish must be hidden. No exceptions. And if one thing goes wrong... I just want to look like her. Or her. Ms. Flat Stomach And Tan Skin. (Soon to be a Mrs.)
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Jun 21, 2013
Jun 21, 2013 at 1:24 AM UTC
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