You’re ugly.
You’re fat.
You can’t do anything right.
You can’t go to that party tonight,
you don’t look pretty enough.

You’re not good enough for him
or as gorgeous as her.
You won’t fit in
no matter what you put on.

Why are you here?
Why are you alive?
Why do you matter?

I turn away from myself.

I am beautiful.

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