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Hot Girl Summer: Loving the Skin I’m In

I convinced myself I didn’t have body dysmorphia but would only go out half-dressed when I was squished in a corset that changed my shape into something more acceptable. I refused to wear shorts because my thighs are big and eat shorts like popcorn. I told myself I was comfortable in my body because I covered myself in sheer veils and learned how to position myself to look more acceptably shapely than I’ve ever been.

And yet, I fuck without shame with the lights on…So what am I really afraid of?