Dysphoria

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I can sense your there, staring me down taunting my insecurities as I try to flatten my chest with a binder, wearing baggy clothes to camouflage the curves like mountains climbing the sides of my body, teasing me, enhancing all the wrong body parts given to me at birth when my body didn't know which way to grow

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