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Growing Out


I constantly feel like I'm growing,

my knowledge, height, but always terrified of it happening to my waist

because that's what I was taught growing up

that beauty depended on the number on a scale

that wearing close that were baggy

were more comfortable than being stared at when I entered a room.

And you said you "knew how I felt"

but I wonder if you did, did you grow up ashamed?

Feel in control after the first binge of emotions? We're taught to shove 

them down, fill our stomachs up with them, make our waists and

depression bigger. Almost like a full meal.

And after we've had too much, purge them. 

Because that's what we know to do.

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