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Sep 25, 2005 16:58

I have very vivid memories of being a child, sitting on the rim of the bath tub and watching my mother get ready to go out and face the day. Every morning, she would stand in front of the mirror and pick herself apart-- her ass was too fat, her skin too wrinkled, she looked half dead, she looked old, her hair was fuzzy, her breasts were sagging. ( Read more... )

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finabeejamin September 26 2005, 06:20:57 UTC
Thank you for this. And I dont mean the blurb on not being able to call me. You know what I mean and you know how much it means to me to hear this from you. I love you so much. You will always be my girl and of course you can call me anytime you do feel like doing anything.

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