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Oct 2013
Each time I step out of my house,
I feel the societal pressures on my shoulders.
Every time someone looks at me,
I wonder,
Am I too fat?
Is there something wrong with my shirt?
Is there something wrong with me?

I feel judged.
I hate feeling judged.
I've given up.
I don't want to conform to society's unrealistic standards.
Why must I shave my legs?
Why must I wear make-up?
If a guy ever says,
" Hey ------ , you're a really nice girl but we can't be together because you don't shave your legs"
Then that guy isn't worth my time.
I will never change to who society thinks I should be
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