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December 9, 2019

When will the day come that I will be happy with my appearance?

When, oh when will it come?

I don’t like seeing this fat, disgusting pig in the mirror.

No matter the diet, no matter the amount of exercise.

Still a fat, disgusting pig.

When will the day come where I'm happy with the number on the scale?

When will it all... end?

I just want it all to end...

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