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@bot sometimes I wake up in cold sweats, fearing that when I look in the mirror that morning the visions in my dreams are true, that I am fat.
Only to then reach down to my stomach, expecting the worst. Yet each time I replay this moment, instances before forgotten, I’m met with a lack of mass, nothing to hold onto.
Then I breath a sigh of relief, only again to relive this horrid anxiety another day off in unforeseen future.
This is the experience of a thin person. It may have its downsides, its anxieties, and I may be the coldest person on a camping trip, but at least I’m not a fatso frfr ong