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"Who is that?" you ask as you stare her way.

shes changed so much.

"Why is she like that?" you wonder everyday.

"Look at her stomach!" You say, grossed out.

She hates herself

"Noone will ever find her pretty." you think, without a doubt.

"God, shes ugly" you add, "-In every single way."

Shes so insecure.

Then, you leave your reflection, untill the next day.

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