or when you're forced to recognize your body for what it is.
bathing suit shopping is literal hell when you aren't dainty, when you're this "thick" girl who isn't fat but has a chest and is also a teen and has never had more than a sixth of her boobage exposed in a bathing suit.
the mirror reflected that, and it was strange to see that i had curves and was reminded again that i'm not the figure which fashion designers cater to.
it's weird to stand in front of yourself and feel shorter, feel fatter, feel more unconventional than anyone else, so I got out as quick as possible.
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Non-Fictionthoughts from the smart girl. //the journal of wren// //highest rank #2 in non fiction// //all names of real people interacted with here are altered from their original versions for privacy's sake//
