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I’m the sort of girl you’ll find on the dance floor. My face will be laughing, my cheeks flushed, but in reality, I despise myself. I feel inadequate. I feel like my face is too common, my hair is just a greyish mop. My laugh is too obnoxious. My dress is too old. Yet I act like nothing matters, I make others smile and smile myself. But at night, when I’m with myself and only myself, I look at my crinkled dress and messy hair, my smeared makeup and sweaty face… and I say to myself ‘what’s the point’ I’ll never measure up.

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