I can’t decide if I’m obsessed with myself or if I’m disgusted. How is it even possible for a vile creature like to live? And then in the next moment, a light will catch in my eyes and I swear I could be beautiful. But then self loathing so intense sweeps through my body at the mere sight of my pudgy thighs and chubby stomach. The cycle repeats and rewinds until it becomes part of time itself, these emotions so intertwined with one another it can be hard to tell them apart.
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