retrospective challenge I've never thought I was pretty. Passable maybe, but never pretty. It's tough to have any sort of positive body image when you're over-weight, but even more so in a culture and family that starts ridiculing you for it at a young age. Some days I hate myself for not being thin and pretty, but fortunately they're pretty few and far between. The rest of the time I hide my insecurities behind an emotionless mask. But I'm not lacking in emotion, not at all. I know that I often come across as an emotionless automaton or a stuck-up bitch, but it took me years to learn that mask. Some days it's all I can do not to scream, cry, laugh, and kill some
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