Perfect
Why can't I just be perfect?
My friends force the calories into my mouth, down my throat, and into my stomach...
I want to see my rib bones and hip bones again...
I don't want to look in the mirror and be disgusted by the roll of fat at the bottom of my stomach and my ever thickening legs...
I guess I will never love myself until I am skinny again...
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