I see my reflection in the mirror and I am I see my reflection in the mirror and I am
delighted. Long hair falls past my shoulders, disgusted. Long hair lies on my shoulders.
lying beautifully down my back. Eyes dead from my need of change. Eyes covered
enhanced by liner, winged at the end, with with thick, black eyeliner, and tinted blue
contacts in, transforming my eyes to an from my hate of glasses. A single fake tooth
emerald green. Perfect, straight teeth giving whiter than the others, caused by a
me a smile so radiant. Thin collar bones childhood accident. Broad, non feminine
leading to my soft shoulders. A stomach shoulders, with collar bones protruding. A
thick enough to hide my ribs, yet full of stomach that sticks out in the wrong places.
muscle. Hips not too wide, yet fill out my Hips too flat, causing my jeans to hang
jeans while leaving enough room for loosely. Legs longer than they should be,
imagination. Long, toned legs that go on for skinny and gangly. Feet the size of a mans,
days. Large feet, arched with long toes, and making it nearly impossible to walk straight.
cute polish. I have grown to love the girl I have grown to hate the girl staring back
gazing back at me. at me.
Nov 8, 2013
Nov 8, 2013 at 8:15 PM UTC
I see my reflection in the mirror and I am I see my reflection in the mirror and I am
delighted. Long hair falls past my shoulders, disgusted. Long hair lies on my shoulders.
lying beautifully down my back. Eyes dead from my need of change. Eyes covered
enhanced by liner, winged at the end, with with thick, black eyeliner, and tinted blue
contacts in, transforming my eyes to an from my hate of glasses. A single fake tooth
emerald green. Perfect, straight teeth giving whiter than the others, caused by a
me a smile so radiant. Thin collar bones childhood accident. Broad, non feminine
leading to my soft shoulders. A stomach shoulders, with collar bones protruding. A
thick enough to hide my ribs, yet full of stomach that sticks out in the wrong places.
muscle. Hips not too wide, yet fill out my Hips too flat, causing my jeans to hang
jeans while leaving enough room for loosely. Legs longer than they should be,
imagination. Long, toned legs that go on for skinny and gangly. Feet the size of a mans,
days. Large feet, arched with long toes, and making it nearly impossible to walk straight.
cute polish. I have grown to love the girl I have grown to hate the girl staring back
gazing back at me. at me.
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