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Liz Turner May 2014
Looking in the mirror,
I don’t know what I see
A girl,
But is it really me?

All I see is
Weight that needs to be lost
And a face that needs to be washed

Maybe they’re right,
Maybe I am a loser
Seeing my beautiful side
Is just a blur

Something about me,
Just doesn’t feel right,
It’s like in my own skin,
It feels tight

But I’m just a girl,
There is no cure,
To make me not
Be Insecure

— The End —