Im Not Perfect Myself
I used to always make fun of the girls in my school just because of the way that maybe one eyebrow is fuller then the other or the way that their top lip is bigger then the bottom but i never stopped to realize that i wasn’t perfect myself,the way my hips look like an hour glass and the way that my thighs never were apart. Those were the kind of things i would make fun of people for,gulit and sorrow fulled up my system as i relized that i wasn’t perfect myself,but i was so stupid to not say sorry to a single person ive hurt because i thought that just because i made one mistake, just one i didn’t need to apologize because everyone makes mistakes right? No. Ive made more then just one..ive done something that as i looked into the mirror that night i made fun of myself but thats only because i felt bad and i wanted to see how they felt. I was a *****, it hurt.
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