"You'll never make anything of
"You'll never make anything of yourself with those stretchmarks", "Lose that belly and for it into these size zero pants. More people will notice you this way trust me", "Your hair isn't soft as silk and shiny as the moon", "Your lips are too small", "You're too short", "You're too short to be loved". She stares in the mirror replaying in her head time and time again what everyone had told her from authority figure to childhood associate. She counts her flaws saving up all of pennies, nickels, dimes getting surgery after surgery.
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