In front of a mirror,

Plucking at skin,

Trying not to cry,

How she wants to be thin.

Her eyes, she notices,

Are much too far apart,

She hates her massive thighs too,

They're so covered in scars.

Her fingernails are chewed,

Face covered in acne,

She know she's so ugly,

She'll never be happy.

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