Bigger, Better, Stronger
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Last published Mon, Dec 7, 2015
The bigger, better or stronger you are affects what people are you think of you. You shouldn't care though. The only opinion that should matter is your selfs. It doesn't matter if your well liked and your the captain of the cheerleading team. Even if your a shy girl who isn't liked very much.
Let's take Charlotte Gwen for example. She's not the captain of of group of snobby girls. She's the other girl I mentioned, the shy one. Charlottes an example of what can happened if you get pushed so much till you crack however she picked her self up in a different order to usual. Instead of putting her self back the was she was. Charlotte changed. Now she is bigger, better and stronger.
Wouldn't you like to meet her?
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