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Fiting in is better than standing out


Fiting into my jeans is almost as difficult as fiting in with everyone else.

The fear of never being wanted is almost as scary as my fear of being "that girl."

Boxes of blonde hair dye in my garbage can because I can never really be blonde Enough.

Brand name everything from my head to my toes to make sure I match.

Cover-up, eye shadow, blush, lipstick, mascara, winged eyeliner, and drawn on eye brows. 

Fresh french tip mani and pedi,

none of this is what I wanted.

None of this is who I really am.

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