This morning I woke up and I was so excited to see them but then I remembered it's Saturday. I've been taking to my habibi ❤️🫶🏻💋🤭😍 all weekend. I saw them yesterday and I got called to the office to see their family. Their mom was crying and it made me so sad. Their mom is so amazing, I see where they get it from. Then we skipped down the hallway, like the gay little people we are. I've thought about them all weekend. They own my mind. I can't stop looking at the thing they gave me. I hugged them when I read it because they thought I'd hate them. That made me sad because I could never hate them. My adopted dad gave me $40 to buy chocolate from my fundraiser. So yeah. I miss my habibi's moms cooking, it's so good. My parents yell at me for eating like I do "stop eating like an Arab you have silverware for a reason." I eat with my hands as much as I can and I don't think that they like it, but I don't care.
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RandomThis is a story of me trying to identify my feelings and just my life with my roller coaster Of feelings such as body Dysmorphia, depression, anxiety, stomach issues and an Undiagnosed eating disorder. ⚠️THIS CONTAINS STRONG LANGUAGE⚠️
