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Everybody has told me, that I'm too thick, that I'm too heavy, and not good enough. They told me, that I'm disgusting, revolting, and annoying. But, recently I've learned, that nobody is perfect, and everybody's ideal, isn't the same as somebody else's. I think perfection is an idea, one we have fabricated, 'cause we can't handle, the fact that we're disliked. You can't please everyone, that's what I've learned, so I'll forgive you. 'Cause I'm an imperfectly perfect person.
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Nov 25, 2020
Nov 25, 2020 at 8:52 PM UTC
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Everybody has told me, that I'm too thick, that I'm too heavy, and not good enough. They told me, that I'm disgusting, revolting, and annoying. But, recently I've learned, that nobody is perfect, and everybody's ideal, isn't the same as somebody else's. I think perfection is an idea, one we have fabricated, 'cause we can't handle, the fact that we're disliked. You can't please everyone, that's what I've learned, so I'll forgive you. 'Cause I'm an imperfectly perfect person.
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Nov 25, 2020
Nov 25, 2020 at 8:52 PM UTC
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