yesterday i read harpers bazaar and was feeling super fat, so i vomited repeatedly until i was as bony and unhealthy-looking as those models, and then i went out and whored myself around getting men to buy me expensive things, because my job as a woman is to be a pretty accessory, or perhaps a very expensive pet.
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Date: 2005-02-28 01:21 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2005-02-28 03:51 pm (UTC)or maybe i just dreamed it?
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