Friday, May 25, 2007

I've spent so many days staring straight into mirrors with my shirt pulled up, exposing my stomach, wanting to slice off flesh. I fantasize about this, about taking a long, thin, sharp knife and cutting away all the things I hate. Just trimming off the excess. In my mind I slice off my belly, my love-handles, the flab of my arms, a cup size or two off my breasts.

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