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I abhor her. She's lazy, unmotivated, and slow. She wears too much makeup and still can't even achieve a vague imitation of the person she wants to be. She dreams in vivid colour but her world is monochromatic. She's fat. It coats her stomach, legs, arms, and piles up on her face. Every syllable is accompanied with a synchronized cheek jiggle. Fat wraps around her throat like a wreath of holy.

I hate her. I hate this. I will change.