everything is laughter and foreplay until i suddenly remember how much i hate the way my voice sounds
and my fucking laugh
and i want to get my chin reshaped
and my nose
and i have split ends
and i need collagen in my top lip
and just as i'm thinking that i hate my body
you tell me i'm beautiful.
i try to smile but i mostly just wince
and i know
what a privilege it is
to look in the mirror and see the only thing standing in my way
and whine about it in my blog.
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