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Most of the time
I look at myself in disgust


I’m fat
I’m ugly
I’m a horrible person

Is this true?


Why are we our own worst critics?




Love yourself
Embrace yourself
For who YOU are...
Ever feel this way? Support one another.
"She was an
unusual dresser.
Every night,
she wore bruises
on her heart,
love on her lips,
pain in her eyes,
and ink on her fingers.
They called her poetry."

— The End —