I wish I told her how beautiful she was that day, but all I could tell her was that she looked nice....
Maybe then..... She wouldn't have...
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She puts on the cheap nail polish you'd get at Walmart that's 98¢, the L.A.C brand, it was the color mermaid.
She wore the cheap lipstick that always somehow went from 5 dollars from Walmart onto clearance to $3.50, it was a matte lipstick, it was called Sweeten Up by CoverGirl.
She wore a old ragged shirt that was black and blue stripped and looked like it was suppose to be a sweater but it wasn't, she gotten it from her ex's sister before he talked sexually about her dog.
She wore washed out jeans that naturally overtime became washed out even though they cost 15 dollars at Walmart.
Her hair, messily put into a pony tail as her dark circles under her eyes were most noticable with her cheaply dyed hair.
She... Was beautiful to me, she thinks that having a stomach means she is fat, but it's natural, her stomach shows when she wears a bikini, but she is beautiful, most of her "fat" went to her ass, thighs, and breast.
She thinks she is ugly with the pimples that were caused by stressed and sugar.
What if, I had told her? Would it have even changed anything..?
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Her Breath
General FictionShe stood there... Just stood there, her eyes glistening in the sunlight making her eyes seem like they had some type of messed up hope left... Looking at me with tears in her eyes .. I could never really handle girls crying but for some reason this...
