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It’s a bitter 3am. The fan is humming a little ditty. The light outside the window is flickering, and the clock is ticking loud thuds of agitation as it reminds my patience and my heart that I have exactly 240 minutes before I have to be bright eyed and bushy tailed for work. 240 minutes…
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It’s the curse of the fat girl. You’ve probably heard the statements. “You have such a pretty face.” I imagine the very next thought, which is most likely not spoken out loud is, “for such a fat and ugly body.” Some circles have manners about the whole thing. They discreetly judge you. Some circles do…
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