Call Me Selfish.

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Call me Selfish

When I am curling my hair.

I brushed it.

I just love the way they bounce.

Call me Selfish

When I'm smiling at myself in the mirror.

Younger me is proud.

I just learn to love my shapes and curves.

Call me Selfish

When I load my plate.

Weight is just a number.

I just learn how to savor treats.

Call me Selfish

When I trace my scars, thinking about each one telling a story.

My skin tells a novel.

Call me Selfish

When

𝗜'𝗺 𝗺𝗮𝘆𝗯𝗲 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗯𝗲𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗼 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗹.

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