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What if people find out that the girl they call so happy and put together, is really just a mess with her own bad weather.
I used to hate my thighs. I would say they looked like cottage cheese. Then one day as I stood at the mirror, I thanked my thighs for holding me up all these years. Even with all the hate I tossed their way, they still supported me every single day.
How many storms have you hunkered down for and still come out of just fine? How many times have you been lost in the woods and still found your way out in time?
