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Why is it That when I see any other girl I think, “oh! She’s so pretty!” Why is it I describe Other people’s eyes As oceans forests streams But mine are just ***** dishwater? Why is it I must change my hair Damage it Color it In order for it to make me happy? Why is it That I am my own worst critic?
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Mar 2, 2020
Mar 2, 2020 at 10:28 AM UTC
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Why is it That when I see any other girl I think, “oh! She’s so pretty!” Why is it I describe Other people’s eyes As oceans forests streams But mine are just ***** dishwater? Why is it I must change my hair Damage it Color it In order for it to make me happy? Why is it That I am my own worst critic?
I believe everyone is beautiful, why can’t I believe it about myself?
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15/F/Narnia
Mar 2, 2020
Mar 2, 2020 at 10:28 AM UTC
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