She’s down sometimes.<\/p>\n
She’s self-conscious.<\/p>\n
Always wondering if everyone is staring at her.<\/p>\n
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She sucks in her tummy.<\/p>\n
Trying to camouflage the lovely mound that is her lower belly.<\/p>\n
Passing by the opaque windows of a building, she gazes at herself.<\/p>\n
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Did I add weight?<\/p>\n
Do I look good in these clothes?<\/p>\n
She sighs, sucks in her tummy.<\/p>\n
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If only she had a flat belly.<\/p>\n
The curves are elegant but the tummy!<\/p>\n
If only she had a slim face.<\/p>\n
The eyes are lovely but the cheeks!<\/p>\n
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She stares at her face again and sighs.<\/p>\n
There’s always a little something that nags at her.<\/p>\n
It stands between her and the door.<\/p>\n
The entrance to the room called happiness.<\/p>\n
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This little something, crushing her self-esteem.<\/p>\n
It’s a grain of sand hurting her.<\/p>\n
It irritates, the delicate flesh of her oyster heart.<\/p>\n
Little does she know a pearl is developing within her.<\/p>\n
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She’s down sometimes. She’s self-conscious. Always wondering if everyone is staring at her. She sucks in her tummy. Trying to camouflage the lovely mound that is her lower belly. Passing by the opaque windows of a building, she gazes at herself. Did I add weight? Do I look good in these clothes? She … <\/p>\n