I am allowed to write something imperfect. I am allowed to have crappy handwriting, to insert random drawings and to cross things out. I am allowed to not make sense, or to be irrational from time to time. I can even swear, if I feel the occasion calls for it. (Damn right, I can!)
I need reminding, still. The girl I used to be suffered much for the appearance of perfection, and I don't want that life anymore.
Off the beaten path lies the most beauty. Good job fighting against the skin they gave you! ((YOU)) ang
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