after a hurricane comes a rainbow
Every time I look in a mirror, I hear all the voices. The girl who called me fat in front of my friends, the girl who said I was just “too big” for that shirt. But the loudest voice is my own, telling me that no matter how skinny I can get, I will never be skinny enough.
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