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...she was afraid of losing her shape, spreading out, not being able to contain herself any longer, beginning (that would be worst of all) to talk a lot, to tell everybody, to cry.
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body-dysmorphic-disorder
anorexia-nervosa
dysmorphia
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Margaret Atwood |
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a8d431c
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I didn't want any new clothes at all; because if I had to look ugly anyway, I wanted to at least be comfortable. I let the awful clothes affect even my posture, walked around with my back bowed, my shoulders drooping, my hands and arms all over the place. I was afraid of mirrors, because they showed an inescapable ugliness.
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body-dysmorphic-disorder
clothes
ugliness
mirrors
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Franz Kafka |
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5b97562
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Looking down, she became aware of the water, which was covered with a film of calcinous hard-water particles of dirt and soap, and of the body that was sitting in it, somehow no longer quite her own. All at once she was afraid that she was dissolving, coming apart layer by layer like a piece of cardboard in a gutter puddle.
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body-dysmorphic-disorder
anorexia-nervosa
dysphoria
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Margaret Atwood |