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beauty

people always told me that my golden brown hair was the most beautiful part of my being and when the ends started to brush against my eighth and ninth ribs i decided i was beautiful so i cut my hair till it rested against the nape of my neck and looked at myself in the mirror and guess what? i still felt beautiful
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Written by
rachelmh
17 / F / Minnesota, USA
Published
Dec 4, 2017
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13·63
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#love#selflove#hair#beautiful#beauty#confidence#ribs#hate#grow#mirror
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