Who I really am
I felt like I was on top of the world. It was the beginning of my senior year in high school, and I had great friendships, an amazing boyfriend who saw me for who I truly am, parents who loved me, and teachers at school who supported me.
But one day when looking in the mirror, I started noticing all my "flaws" and picking myself apart. I wished I looked like other girls.
I started noticing all my flaws and picking myself apart.
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