Final aspect of beauty
I put on my makeup and do my hair to feel beautiful.
I pick out outfits that make me look skinnier.
Even after doing this, I still never feel good-looking.
I go to sleep praying that I would be happy with my appearance.
No matter what I do,I still hate looking at my reflection in the mirror.
One thing I've realized is that, if I constantly pick apart my appearance, I'll spend the rest of my life being miserable.
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