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"so why are you always dressed in over- sized t-shirts and jeans and your infamous converse?"

"i like them"

"really?is that all?"

"i have other reasons"

"tell me"

"you dress up, to look pretty, wear make up, to enhance your features. you spend hours in front of that mirror until you're satisfied. but with me? i'm never satisfied with how i look, whether i'm wearing the prettiest clothes or a baggy t-shirt. when i look in the mirror, i always feel ugly. and yeah, many people have told me it's not true, they've told me, i look pretty, and i want to believe them, i really do. but how, how can i live in this world and not follow its definitions? and look at me, i sure ain't pretty according to what the world says. and i may chant and chant to myself, 'fuck the world'. but how can i? when every day, every fucking day, i see the world making it crystal clear to me, what's pretty and what's not. so i decided sometime back, that if i can't look pretty, why should i even try?"