Because when you tell me I am beautiful, it tells me that there is something you understand. Thank you for that understanding. I love it, I don’t trust it, I can’t believe it, I need it, it hurts, don’t stop.
What happens when you call your fat friend beautiful.
Your Fat Friend

You have condensed 26 years of my inner thoughts and feelings into 3 sentences. How the hell is that possible? Your writing is overwhelming, in the best possible way.

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