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As long as I don't weigh the same as a duck it should be ok.
People say I look fine, but its all a lie. I see the mirror, the horrible weight, holding me down.
People say things they think are nice, but they are candy apples full of razors. Tempting me to slip, to fail, to accept the unacceptable, to fail, eternally.
I dont know my own depth, I dont know what's the moderate anxiety level I should get into, I am chasing something I am afraid to find.
I modelled myself on a pear.
Now I want an apple and pear crumble :/
Pushing my luck.
Jumping to conclusions.
and Flying off the handle.