childhood
Quietly, she observed herself in the mirror. She looked at her nose, her eyes, her eyelashes, her ears, her chin. She looked at her cheeks. She looked at her forehead. I know every part of my face, every hair, every pore, every freckle, every pimple, every dimple, every smile and every tear, every blemish and every rash. Every scar.
"i do not believe in you", she said.
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