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4-17-17

Out of all the different social media outlets, I prefer Instagram. Here's a place I can be myself and show ppl who I really am. I have Facebook account and barely use it. I tweet in a regular but Instagram is the only place I feel like myself. I tell you who I am. It's different from day to day, of course. But that's the point, isn't it? To SHOW you who I am. To put it out there. I'm someone who suffers from bipolar and fights anorexia everyday. I'm as normal as anyone else on here. I'm proud of that. I'm proud of who I've become. I am ME!
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