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Pretty Hurts


To be happy, society screams at us with images of perfection. What you wear, how thin you can be. Who you are never mattered. The pain they throw upon young girls. Pretty hurts, skin and bones are beauty. Reality is that the norm is no more. The disease that we throw on our bodies to fix what they see as imperfection. Why can't the pain go away? Looking into a mirror you’re not happy, tears stain the floor beneath you as you pull against the parts you can no longer stand because of the words that you are fed through media images. When you close your eyes at night your no longer happy with yourself. Food becomes an enemy and clothes become big on your skeleton of a body. Perfection kills you from the inside out as you finally see a beauty that was always there.

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