I am 27 now and the past still haunts. I still look in the mirror and my mind automatically says “Mirror, mirror on the wall. Who’s the fairest of them all?” and I am reminded of all my flaws. I see my big pores, my double chin, stretch marks on my waist and my uneven eyes. But now I smile because they are the battle scars that I have begotten in the war against the world’s “normal”. And I replace “Who’s the fairest of them all? with “Who’s the strongest of them all?” and “Who’s the happiest of them all?” and my entire being responds with a unanimous ME! I think I’m in love with my new normal and at last at peace.
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