It's a phase. It's when you look in the mirror and wish you could hide from yourself. You walk the streets and see all the beautiful long-haired blondes, watch tv and see the girl every guy wants, see those porn pop-ups of the girls with the bodies every guy wishes you had. And then I see me... I'm a perfectionist... and I'm not perfect... and it's killing me.
baby, there's no such thing as perfect. you ARE beautiful. it took me a long time to be able to wake up in the morning and look at myself in the mirror, and it gets easier every day, though there will still be times when you kinda want to smash the mirror for looking at you like that. that's a whole other topic. you *ARE* beautiful, and don't you forget it!
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that's a whole other topic. you *ARE* beautiful, and don't you forget it!
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