Sometimes I curl myself up on the bathroom floor
I cry my heart out
Because I don't see myself
I don't see it at all
All I see is imperfection
I hate being in this skin
Trapped inside this huge body
I see beautiful people all the time
It breaks my heart that I'm not one of them
Instead I cry on the bathroom floor wishing that I was......
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