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“I've drawn out in Sharpie where I'd take the scissors, if that's what it took for me to look in the mirror. I've done every diet to make me look thinner, so why do I still feel so goddamn inferior?” “if jesus died for all our sins, he left one behind—the body i’m in. the same hands that made the moon and the stars got carpal tunnel and forgot some parts.” “well i knew i wasn’t attractive, so i’d overcome it by loudness and a force jollity” “I have to be nice or I'll be the next punchline” “do they keep me around so that their flaws seem silly?” y/n always assumed the role of the fat funny friend. Paul Lahote was determined to make sure she knew exactly how beautiful she was.