Whenever I’m alone in my room, I would take off my clothes and stand before the mirror. I see a very fat guy. I would stare at him like it were another person whom I hate. I called him names. Although in reality, that guy is me, a guy who’s fat no more
I like to think now that if one wants to be happy, he/she simply needs to define friendship and let go of those who don’t qualify in their own definition.
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