the skinny girl
the skinny girl told me I was thin all these years of starvation, diets and workout plans are finally paying off I blush and wave it off as nothing I've been dying to be called thin for years when I get home I look in my bathroom mirror in only underwear, to get an accurate bodycheck bloated, fat, obese, and hideous how can she see thin? I ask myself I step onto the scale it reads 108, in the triple digits I look in the mirror once again, staring at my 5'2 frame I pinch the fat on my stomach and thighs how does she see thin?
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