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one of my biggest triggers is looking back at my old nudes. i look at the tightness of my muscles and the depressions in my ribcage with nasty pride. someone who saw me naked commented on the nature of my skin shrink-wrapping the bones beneath sometime this past winter. my cheeks were fiery, but my heart was warm. From time to time, I still think about their concerned statement with boisterous fireworks in my chest.

That body is separate from mine, however. I can’t keep her, so i just take more pictures.