Stage #3 - The Dubious Realization
Then days start going by and I slowly realize that there isn't anything I can do about it. So I learn to let it go for a bit, but never completely.
Because the next thing I know, I'm bumping into a girl who is clearly younger and shorter than me, yet she can handle her hair in a bun much better than I ever could. I always seem to age a hundred times more when I roll my hair up like she does. It just doesn't suit me.
Then I turn 13 and I start realizing that my thighs just can't stop expanding themselves. Every time I sit down, whether I'm wearing shorts or not, it is apparent. And then I start hitting up my trusted companion Google all over again for advises on how to reduce thigh fat.
I start excercising for a whole week, before abruptly coming to a stop. I blame it on my mother peeking into my room every two seconds, but really, it is just me and my couch potato of a mind.
I can't eat anything I like anymore because I've lost my appetite. My tongue has turned bland and boring. It reacts to everything the same way and makes it awful too. I don't blame anyone. I don't.
And there.
I am right back to square one.
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