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When I was as thin as a stick insect (in my teens), I distinctly remember several girls in my year who would ask me "how come you're so skinny? You must be anorexic. I bet you hardly eat at all". One day, one girl, in the gym lockers, turns to me and says "oh you have cellulite", and smiled widely. Yeah she was reaaally nice.
Just to say that you can be extra-thin and still have it. I never worried about it, even now that I'm a little rounder, and I would never have cared at all about it if it hadn't been pointed out to me by others. I don't see what all the fuss is about, but I think I must be the onyl female who actually doesn't give a toss.
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Whether we write or speak or do but look
We are ever unapparent. What we are
Cannot be transfused into word or book.
Our soul from us is infinitely far.
However much we give our thoughts the will
To be our soul and gesture it abroad,
Our hearts are incommunicable still.
In what we show ourselves we are ignored.
The abyss from soul to soul cannot be bridged
By any skill of thought or trick of seeming.
Unto our very selves we are abridged
When we would utter to our thought our being.
We are our dreams of ourselves, souls by gleams,
And each to each other dreams of others' dreams.
Fernando Pessoa, 1918
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