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| No Longer No longer will I count every calorie. No longer will I stand staring on scales. No longer will I curse my curves in mirrors. No longer will I deny my body what it craves. No longer will I escape into drinking. No longer will I wander through malls buying my image. No longer will I pop pills for sanity. No longer will I hover trembling over toilet bowls. No longer will I hesitate to let you touch me. No longer will I mourn for my innocence. |
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