we will keep trying to fix our imperfections over and over again until we aren’t left with ourselves but a smaller version that was shriveled up for someone else’s pleasure
at the end of it we won’t recognize the person in the mirror. because we have shoved our bodies into a tiny box tied with a blue ribbon to feel acceptable to society
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