25 Jan

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Look at me!

I’ve lost weight.

Aren’t I gorgeous?

Don’t you just wish you were me?!

Wearing all the tight revealing clothes.

Aren’t my body parts the perfect size and shape?

Why don’t you get a tape measure out and then give me a score?


Don’t judge me - this is the best solution I’ve come up with to a gnawing sense of worthlessness.

(We all deal with trauma, a toxic culture and existential angst in different ways.)


If I’m to be an empty shell, why not be a pretty one that people want to lust over?

Give me jealousy and fawning. Please, I’m desperate.

And until I find out what love really is, they’re better than nothing.


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