The mirror, on a good day, tells me I'm really this woman:
And I think, "How did that happen?"
Thursday, November 17, 2011
It's my birthday and I'll cry if I want too...
In my brain, despite knowing the truth, I still feel that I look like this girl:
In my brain, despite knowing the truth, I am thin like this girl:
Many days I feel like this girl:
The mirror, on a good day, tells me I'm really this woman:
And I think, "How did that happen?"
The mirror, on a good day, tells me I'm really this woman:
And I think, "How did that happen?"
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