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we were never going to look seventeen forever

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on bodies changing and the endless cycle of self-criticism

Sometimes, I stalk myself on the internet and in my camera roll, and I come across versions of myself that no longer exist. At least, not fully, not anymore. I don’t do it intentionally. I’ll scroll through my camera roll or type my own name into Instagram, and there I am. There’s a picture from 2019 where I’m mid-laugh; my mouth is wide and grinning and my eyes are nearly crinkled shut. An old friend is scrunched into my side, with a physical closeness that signals a corresponding emotional one. We don’t talk anymore. It’s funny how friendships sometimes end without ending, which is maybe…

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