She
What a beautiful nymph I see in the horizons!
I encounter such bewitching features!
Tall and slim
And
Everytime she looks at the mirror, she gains confidence.
Every smile she makes, Every product she'll create, They love her even more
Wherever she goes, they follow.
Whenever she cries, they come running
Whenever. Wherever.
However.
I am the opposite of her
Im not anything like her
Im a blob
She's a 10 and I'm a 1.
Everytime I look at the mirror, I feel even more disgusted and shameful.
Short and fat and
Acne-full
She is my goal
To be her.
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Alexie
I am... but a child lost in an ever-expanding chaotic universe, trying to make sense of it all just like you.
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