Everyone look so perfect. Like fucking robots. No, seriously. I looked at those skinny girls and I thought I'm going to explode, because I said yes, when my dad asked me, if I want to go there. Even when I bought swimsuit what hide a lot, it wasn't enough.
I was so ashamed for my body like I never was. Where are those days, when I just said: "So what." and went to swim? They're gone. Forever. I was also paranoid. I thought that everyone's looking at my fat parts. It was, ugh, I just can't do it again. Don't want me to do it.
Maybe I'm not fat, but I feel this way.
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