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Aug 31
Do you ever glance into the mirror and disapprove of what you see?
Despising your body, face, your bruises and your scars.
Have you regularly wanted to be something you can’t be?
Do you ever dream  of having a life of being accepted and free?

You should start by telling yourself you’re strong, loved, free and my scars won’t define me.
Written by
Cheyenne Smith
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