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On Letting Go of the Perfect Version of Myself

Whoosh. Did you see her run past me? I did. She had lovely blond hair and workout clothes from that expensive store Lululemon or something.

I heard her coming behind me because I was waiting on her. She’s probably on mile 13 and I’m on mile .48 and my foot hurts. Old injury.

I see her running down the sidewalk ahead of me and I bet she even has a thigh gap. My thoughts snap back to me as my thighs chafe.

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