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i worry about it a lot.
i'm ok with my upper legs. they're muscular from running and gymnastics, but still, i'm not in top form. everything else i really don't like. i'm an... eleven in jeans. i hate getting that "oh, you're so curvy!" shit. i was 14/16 at like, age eight because my hips decided that one would rest on one side of the world, and the other on the other side.
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fuck i'm frustrated, freaking out something fierce, would you help me? i'm hungry and i stuffer and i startle, i struggle and i stammer til i'm up to my ears in miserable quote unquote "art"
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