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Continually hiding from myself does nothing.
I am beautiful.
Mia, you are beautiful. Your thighs and your small waste that extends to your hips, a most perfect proportion that is only exemplified by your height, which I wish I could reach. Your lips that are plump and he who rests his own upon them will be considered forever lucky to be graced by your inner and outer beauty.
Olivia, gosh, I can’t believe how beautiful you are. Your hair and your face and your lovely pale skin. Your voice and your sleepy side - watching endless movies and laughing over mashed potatoes all the while admiring your white belly and breasts as we play dress up in your messy room, sprawled clothing lying about.
And to all those ladies and boys, who are afraid, if only for a little while, of their own silly skin. Remember that it’s just that - silly skin - and that you’re never really alone.
