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Shape is a thing that comes to you, after you have grown.

Breasts.

Waist.

Arms.

Butt.

It's a struggle between feeling fit and feeling smart, isn't it? This is the struggle. The struggle to take shape.

Job.

House.

Money.

Love (but not in a way that denotes overindulgence).

These are the sacrifices we make between sheer bliss and sweet control. You don't blame me?

You shouldn't.

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Shape.

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