Trying to get my groove back.

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Girl v. Mirror

You're not special, you know.
You're not even pretty.
You're average. Plain.
But at least you're not fat.
Look at you. All chicken-y.
And pale. You're all sheety and ghost-like.
And your hair. It's like that shampoo advert.
How did it go again?
"Greasy roots, dry ends?"
Your face is scrunchy.
And your eyes are too far apart.
You're blah.
And you cry too easy.
Why don't you just disappear?