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It hurts me to see you
Looking in a mirror
Glaring at your reflection.
Because I know what it's like.
We're best friends.
Forever and always.
I'll be here for you.
Always, in all ways.
But you're still looking in the mirror.
You're seeing something imperfect.
But what does it matter?
To me, you're perfect.
To me, you'll always be perfect.
(I wrote this for my best friend, who has recently been diagnosed with anorexia.
I guarantee to all of you out there suffering from eating disorders, somebody thinks you look perfect just the way you are. Someone who loves you
unconditionally. You don't need to change for anyone.)
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