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On 22 July 2008 my mother picked on me relentlessly about my appearance in a dress I had just bought.
She said it was too tight.
I fucking cut sick because I'm so sick of people picking on my weight, which seems to happen more often that one might imagine.
Today is Monday, 11 August 2008.
I am wearing the dress.
It fits better than it did on that day (when it already fit fine)
She said it was too tight.
I fucking cut sick because I'm so sick of people picking on my weight, which seems to happen more often that one might imagine.
Today is Monday, 11 August 2008.
I am wearing the dress.
It fits better than it did on that day (when it already fit fine)