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Today I decided that I don't like the shape of my head or how my hair hangs on it.
It doesn't matter how good my skin is, how thin I get, how red my hair is, I'll always find something to complain about with my apperance.
My physica body is not perfect. It will never be perfect.
I am ok with this.
I am ok with this.
I am ok with this.
I am ok with this.
I am ok with this.
Eventually I'll start to believe it. Right?
  
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