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Maybe it's your nose, or the shape of your eyes, or the way you smile. I so sweetly point out the things I hate about my body every day and night. My mother bought me a pretty yellow floral dress yesterday, I said "nothing looks pretty on me", it made my mother so sad. I was too busy finding things in my body that need changes. The feeling when I look at myself in the mirror and wanting to scream is unexplainable and it hurts. It hurts my mother when I tell her I don't like the way I look. It hurt as much as it hurts to feel
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Mar 9, 2021
Mar 9, 2021 at 8:37 AM UTC
Love my body
Maybe it's your nose, or the shape of your eyes, or the way you smile. I so sweetly point out the things I hate about my body every day and night. My mother bought me a pretty yellow floral dress yesterday, I said "nothing looks pretty on me", it made my mother so sad. I was too busy finding things in my body that need changes. The feeling when I look at myself in the mirror and wanting to scream is unexplainable and it hurts. It hurts my mother when I tell her I don't like the way I look. It hurt as much as it hurts to feel
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Mar 9, 2021
Mar 9, 2021 at 8:37 AM UTC
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