Perfect Illusions My hair was straightened, it was messy and frizzy, I cried. False teeth went in, my real teeth were squint, I cried. The dress was too tight, I was too fat, I cried. The make-up was applied, I had freckles, I cried. I looked in the mirror, I cried, to be immediately told to stop as the mascara would run. They forced me to eat powdered sugar, I breathed it in by mistake, I cried. Even my personality wasn't right. I looked in the mirror, but I didn't see myself, I saw a “pretty little…
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