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Sun's out, the water gleams, A vibrant lure of summer dreams. But in the closet, hangs a dread, A whisper from inside your head. The bathing suit, a tiny span, A mirror reflecting a flawed plan. Each stretch mark, every curve and line, Becomes a subject, far from divine. The whispers grow, a judging choir. Unable to do what my heart desires.
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Jul 15, 2025
Jul 15, 2025 at 2:13 PM UTC
Bathing suit.
Sun's out, the water gleams, A vibrant lure of summer dreams. But in the closet, hangs a dread, A whisper from inside your head. The bathing suit, a tiny span, A mirror reflecting a flawed plan. Each stretch mark, every curve and line, Becomes a subject, far from divine. The whispers grow, a judging choir. Unable to do what my heart desires.
i am supposed to be going to this pool party for my best friends bday soon but ive been second guessing it all today. It will be the only time i have been out this summer but i dont feel confident enough. eh whatever i decide.
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13/F/Texas
Jul 15, 2025
Jul 15, 2025 at 2:13 PM UTC
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