Sticks And Trunks
Even though I am a boy, I feel like a trunk. A fat fuck constantly shoving food down his throat. Some days, I don't, but it's rare. I feel like a trunk because I feel fat. Although I only weigh as much as a child. I don't wanna be a trunk. I wanna be a stick, as thin as a stick. So thin my bones are visible through my pale painted skin. this unhealthy body image is killing me. but how can I resist? Who wouldn't wanna be a stick? That's the real fucking question.
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