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I look into the mirror and see a girl. Could this girl be loveable, valuable, and worthwhile, Or are those words just something people tell her to make her not feel bad about herself. I step away from the mirror before the tears start pouring out. I take a deep breath and then walk up to the mirror with a new weapon in stored. I say to myself, You are loveable, You are valuable, You are worthwhile. A new door seems to open as I see a brightness come from her smile. In that door the girl is happy and that girl is me.