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Chin up.
Legs closed.
Ankles crossed.
Eat less.
Eyelashes fluttering.
Fingernails perfect.
Lips prettily pursed.
Eyebags concealed.
Bosom out.
Back straight.
Tummy sucked in.
Don't breathe.
Make-up perfect.
Dresses picked.
Shoe heels high.
Blisters take place.
Have porcelain perfect skin.
Slice off your fat.
Make all your flaws bleed.
Don't be yourself.
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Summer Thoughts
PoetryFragments from my mind in written form which I either think of at the darkest hour of night or during an afternoon meal of only 45 chicken nuggets.
