Beauty is Pain

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I'm hungry.

But who really cares, because

these leggings don't fit.

My head hurts.

And you can't take pills

on an empty stomach.

The world feels fuzzy.

I wish I had the power

to make all of this go away.

Including the fat.

And the body image.

And the skinny models 

and these leggings.

How does the saying go?

"Nothing tastes as good

as SKINNY feels."

Still hungry.

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