I can’t judge you. I can’t make you feel how you do.Every morning, day and night watch you struggle. Struggle to find something you like. No matter how much makeup you wear or how many clothes you have, you don’t feel happy. You smile when you put that flashlight in my eye but when you look down at that flat device I see tears running down your face. As you stand their observing every little thing. You push back your hips and try to see that you look skinny. You put this belt on and stop yourself from eating and breathing. I wish you saw what I see. I see a young girl struggling. She’s struggling everyday to see something she loves about herself and everytime she walks away she looks so disappointed. She doesn’t see all the potential she has, to be whoever and whatever she wants to be. When she’s in this room everything breaks down her shell of confidence every feeling is raw and naked. I see a young woman. I see a beautiful woman. I see her.
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