brown, luscious, curly thick hair
bright blue glistening eyes that have seen far too much
fair, ghostlike skin
a tight, thin quiet mouth
short skinny ballerina-like neck
long round arms with scars that speak of self-inflicted wounds
flat, filled with muscle, almost-to-thin stomach
a waste line girls only dream of
sharp thick angelic legs
gigantic, flat, duck feet
as i look away from the mirror
i ponder, could i ever believe?
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