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TheDreamyDaydreamer

Published: Mar 3, 2012

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Literature Text

skinny.
i'd like to be
skinny.
i'd love to be
skinny.
i want to be
_skinny.
As
skinny
as can be.

To be
skinny
would just
make
my
day.

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Knica-Draws-Thingz

Aug 20, 2015

I think that a person should have a healthy weight, no matter how it makes them look. When I was six, I weighed 49 pounds. I barely gained weight/I lost 3 or 4 pounds over about 4 or 5 years. I was skinny. I wasn't happy though. Why? I wasn't healthy. I'm still not in peak shape with my immune disorder, but I'm close to being normal. I'm a healthy weight now. I hope you're healthy.

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