15150.) Whenever I walk by the bathroom mirror (which is every time I have to go to the bathroom) I examine myself.
I brush and rearrange my hair. I try to hide my pimples and I straighten my clothes. Then, I look at myself and smile. Happy or sad, I just smile at myself. I tell myself I am beautiful. And most days, I believe it.
Whenever I walk out of my room I walk past this full-length mirror mounted on my wardrobe door and I do the exact same thing. But most days I don’t believe it.
i love to hear what other people think,
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