Mirror, Mirror
Mirrror, mirror on the wall why must we look at ourselves through you and bawl? Why can't we always see our true beauty? What wicked games you play, tricking our minds this way! If I break you will I really have 7 years of bad luck? Is it worse than the countless years of low self-esteem and hating our body image? Look at you! You come in various shapes and sizes and no one says you're ugly, too skinny or fat. So why can't we look in the mirror and see that?
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