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Retrans My Body
If I were to retrain my body, I would un-fondant the hills of my stomach. (Let’s be real, a knife
would be involved.) I would know what wisteria looked like and more specifically, what it
looked like wrapped around my forehead. Out of each sparse eyebrow. You would help me pluck
them every day: hedging at disbelief. It would look like living till thirty... [read more]