How the hell am I supposed to face my mom when she tries to get me in a bathing suit this summer? We go swimming in her BF's sister's pool at least once every summer. I'm so scarred and I told her I stopped... I'm fucked... I've got way too many scars to count on my legs and I'm fucking scared what she's gonna say/do when she sees in a couple weeks... damn it... plus who would want to see this ugly me in a bathing suit?
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❣ I'm Sorry I'm Not What You Wanted ❣
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