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Dec 2017
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
rmh
Written by
rmh  17/F/Minnesota, USA
(17/F/Minnesota, USA)   
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