Growing

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At age fourteen, I wonder in horror how someone could harm the beautiful temple they created as their body without thinking twice.

At age sixteen, I hover over the toilet with my fingers down my throat wondering what it's like to love
yourself.

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⏰ Last updated: Apr 25, 2015 ⏰

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