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When I look in the mirror tonight,
I will love myself more.
I will no longer pick at my skin,
Nor pull back my lips to inspect off-white teeth.
When I spy my arms in the mirror,
Freckled and all too sun loved,
I will not cringe and avert my gaze.
As I lock eyes with my reflection
I’ll smile, rather than frown
And the tears will not well in my eyes.
When I look in the mirror tonight,
I will love myself more,
Else I’ll try again tomorrow.
I will love myself more.
I will no longer pick at my skin,
Nor pull back my lips to inspect off-white teeth.
When I spy my arms in the mirror,
Freckled and all too sun loved,
I will not cringe and avert my gaze.
As I lock eyes with my reflection
I’ll smile, rather than frown
And the tears will not well in my eyes.
When I look in the mirror tonight,
I will love myself more,
Else I’ll try again tomorrow.
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