The thing is, we're told to look a certain way.
And we obsess about it.
A lot. Even if we have confidence.
It's there. lurking in the back of our minds:
"Am I pretty?
Lovely?
Worthy?
Ugly?
Pudgy?
Lonely?"
We want to please, we really do.
But the standards, there not just too high, they're freakin' impossible.
No, I'll never look like Kate Moss. I'll always look like me.
I'm sorry I couldn't be what and who you wanted me to be.
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