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Dear Baby Weight,

By the time you read this, I'll be gone. I'm sorry it has to be this way, but you were just no good for me and it was time I made a clean break.
I didn't like the way you made me feel and I haven't been happy with you for a very long time (let's face it we weren't supposed to last this long long). Sure, at first I needed you and you were good for me, but you became cumbersome and overbearing. You changed me and before long, I didn't recognize myself anymore. The healthy glow you gave me in the beginning, diminished and I didn't feel good about myself when you were around. Our relationship became unhealthy.
The truth is, I've been flirting with my 'I'm not 25 anymore' weight for a while now and we've run away together. Sure being back together makes me feel younger and sexier, but if it's any consolation, it won't last long because it's made me realize how much I miss my first love - 'I'm 20-something and hot weight'. I thought we outgrew each other a long time ago, but I'm starting to think with some hard work, we can try again and really make it last.
I know all of this may be difficult for you, but I hope you can learn from this and if we ever cross paths again, you'll be kinder to me.

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