lies.

I’m not perfect. I’m not beautiful. I don’t have a “hot body”. My hair never looks good. I don’t wear a lot of make-up, and when I do, it’s to try to make you notice me. My teeth aren’t pearly white, and they aren’t perfectly straight either. My thighs touch. My stomach isn’t flat. I have flaws, and I hate them all, but I’m real.

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