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04/29/2006 05:37 p.m.
This is me, and I am awkward.
I have tried for eons and days to write.
I have wanted to write.
And I have been found wonting.

In the mirror I suck in my stomach muscles,
To make myself look skinnier mostly.
(in belly-dancing, they call this a ‘stomach contraction,’
and it serves a much greater purpose than that).
Secretly I think I look beautiful chubby,
But there are very few who agree.

I want to see me, whole and simple,
Without make up or corsets,
High heels or straight hair,
And fall in love with it. I want the world to fall in love with it.
And I want to be content with weighing one-hundred and twenty-one pounds
And stop having to care so much.

And that’s all.

P.S. Dear Jon, give me a little while longer.

I am currently Unsure