Standing there, staring in the dressing room mirror encouraging herself with words of positivity.
"You don't have to look like the girl stuck on the side of the mirror," she reminds herself.
"Self love," she chants over and over.
But it didn't matter how many times she said it.
She still seen every flaw, each and every one, amplified.~As always, feedback is welcomed with open arms~
I'm not too sure how much I like this one...-Do what makes you smile :)
yours truly
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minima maxima sunt
Poetrythe ramblings of a girl with a never ending thought train.