What do you see in me?
I see nothing in me. Nothing but a damaged, weak, ugly thing. Me. How do you see any beauty in me? My thighs are fat. My arms sag. My hips are scarred. My lips are small. My face is fat. I am fat. I don't sound feminine. I'm too tall for a woman. There is no beauty in me. I am ugly. I am me.

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