Bones We Breathe
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Skinny is what we aim to be.
When we breath in and feel our bones poke out through our thin shirt of skin.
We wish to be perfect, worshiping the single digits on the scale we pray to be hollow, while pulling up our skinny jeans continuously up our waist because they are falling to loose on our wire thin bodies.
Embrace the pain.
And your wish will come true with hard work and effort.
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