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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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