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Feb 2016
I've come to realize looking into a mirror and expecting perfection is stupid. My eyebrows may not look the same, and my nose may curve upward and slightly to the left, i could point out all my flaws, but im not. Instead I'll look into the mirror and say, "my mouth is kind and my eyes are bright. I am a art form of cool lines and curves and blessed to have two feet to take me traveling onward."
I'm kind of realizing my body is my own and so I've signed rights to it and taken the tour of the nooks and crannies that detail my body. I've come to love my scars and revel in my imperfections. Loving myself for myself is perfection I think
cass
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cass  23/F
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