I wonder what it’s like to be skinny. To have an attractive body. To be able to look good no matter what you wear. To not have to dread shopping with your friends because everything looks good on them while you have to try on a million things to find something to wear that would make you look the slightest bit decent. To not have to cry in front of the mirror. To not freak when someone tries to feel up your shirt. To be able to sit down and not have your stomach bulging out. To be able to wear a bikini and not feel everyone’s eyes staring at you and judging you. To be able to wear those low cut jeans and not have rolls being pushed up. To maybe, just maybe for once believe when people tell you that you’re pretty and not take their compliments as sympathy. Because honestly, most of the time I just want to crawl out of my skin.
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