A young girl stands in front of the mirror
Her hands gripping on to her hip bones
And she still believes that she is too fat
She is holding her breath and ******* it all in
Her lips are pouting
Her eyes are wandering
Her face is flushed
She asks herself :
"Do they like me?"
Do you like you?
Feb 2, 2018
Feb 2, 2018 at 3:39 PM UTC
A young girl stands in front of the mirror
Her hands gripping on to her hip bones
And she still believes that she is too fat
She is holding her breath and ******* it all in
Her lips are pouting
Her eyes are wandering
Her face is flushed
She asks herself :
"Do they like me?"
Do you like you?
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