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Apr 10
Her beauty is a power
she doesn't know she has
she walks down to road
all the whistles hurt her head
but when she looks in the mirror
she doesn't understand  
what do they see in
her skinny little waist
and her Shakey little hands
This is about a bad self esteem and the anxiety that come with it when you feel like you are constantly being judged. DONT LET ANYONE MAKE YOU FEEL THIS WAY!!!!!
Written by
Emily Rose  17/F/Kansas
(17/F/Kansas)   
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