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You're beautiful


Looking in the mirror hoping I see a change I starved myself for a week and yet i still look the same I sometime wonder why I do this Hating my body , I wish it was the best Getting called names for my appearance is the worst of all. Some only see with their eyes but they are yet too blind Some see"beauty" defined as a sexy body but what's a sexy body without a pure soul ? You may be chunky you may be so called "fat" You may be called "too skinny" or maybe even flat. Just keep your head held high and prove everything they say wrong . Be that person that stands up to others that dealt with this situation for way to long be their hero , be the person they will always look up to.
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Maria_Rojas1997

I love to dance! All my problems disappear with the sound of music.♥

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JHOLDER2013
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