Dear Terra,

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I don't know how to say this, but I hate myself. And I hate you for loving me. 

I hate my collarbones, they can't be seen.

I hate my hip bones, they blend with my waist. 

I hate my thighs, especially when they touch.

I hate my scars, it seems that's all I am. Just Fat and Scars

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