Tainted Apperance
I look in the mirror
And see what I am not
I am the girl wanting to fit in
Constant trials of being blonder
Hiding in the dark to cast myself paler
Becoming thinner
Pursing my lips to look fuller
Stretching and pinching my nose for an allusion of slimness
Perfect.
Something I'm not
I will change, but I will choose to change for myself
Not for others
I am perfection
I am Gods creation.
-you are beautiful
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