Anorexic
I was on the bus this morning, and I thought that, really, everyone is anorexic in their own special way. Like, some people look in the mirror and they see someone too fat, and then someone else looks in the mirror and they see someone too skinny. Really, that just again comes to prove that there is no such thing as perfect. Everyone sees something different, but there IS no perfect body shape. We are all beautiful, and it does't matter what anyone else says, because they are all idiots and they neeed to pull their heads out of their asses and see your radiant amazingness.
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