You look in the mirror and say..
"Look at me, i'm such a mess, i'm imperfect. i'm not like any at those pretty girls.. There's always something wrong with me.. I really think i'm hideous."
But God look at you, frowns... then smile... God say..
"Who told you that? I made you, I love you, you're perfect the way you are - designed for a purpose.. I wouldn't change a thing"
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