Tuesday, March 1, 2011
I think, I like myself, and then I think, of course I like myself, if I didn't I would make myself someone else. But that's not true really. When I was a child I thought it a terrible injustice that we were all stuck with the face and the body we were born with, not because I didn't like my face, but because I didn't understand why some people had nicer faces than other people.
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