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Sep 2014
Just another typical Friday.
No money for medicine.
No money for food.
Destroyed by my own self worth.
Feeling ugly.
Disgusting.
For people I pass anywhere I feel bad they have to see me.
My boyfriend tries to make me feel better.
He's a sweetheart but I know how the world looks at me.
I'm not desired or wanted.
I'm so ugly that if I was the last woman on earth the population would die.
Those girls in magazines, on social media, and in the limelight are now the norm.
Girls who are real are being criticized for weight, style, and looks.
If a woman's self worth is now determined by looks,
I feel bad for societies future.
Just remember, the uglier you feel, someone else feels the same way.
Well....I hope so.
Claire
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Claire  California
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