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Narcissism. Bullshit. Love is beautiful. Love is strong and love is proud. Why in the Now are we told we are nothing without love but not allowed to love ourself?
Those poor girls, this poor me trying to navigate womanhood not knowing which way to look,
Growing. That's a scary thing to do. We don't realize that every day we change, little nuances in the way we move or speak. The way we cross the street.