I teared up a looking at the photos. My hair was short, my leg hair long.
The photographer managed to perfectly capture the essence of me.
The photographer managed to perfectly capture the essence of me.
My hair is longer now and I’ve started shaving my legs again. I don’t know why. I do know why.
I felt like it was time to try being pretty.
I felt like it was time to try being pretty.
I teared up looking at the photos. I looked beautiful. I’m proud to be that girl.
I’m happy now. I probably only feel ugly because I’ve got some more pimples and I'm tired.
I am sick of talking about beauty. Maybe I’ll cut my hair again.
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