Seven.

My anxiety doesn’t like the light. Or shirts. Only sports bras. Don’t even think about tight clothes, my anxiety says i’m way too fat for those anymore. My anxiety says i’ll never be thin enough, and it always happens to point out my flaws, or my short comings. My anxiety says that it’s always right and I have to do as it says. 

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