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I’m different,
so I must be a loser.

sure.

salutations,

in the eyes of children

1.4.10

she sees in black and white and the doctors don't know what's wrong with her.

"i'm sorry," i sigh when she's seven years old and the doctors say there's nothing they can do.

"don't be," she laughs, paint brush in hand. "everything is beautiful."

on the canvas, her lilac people smile.

if i say that i don't think i'm pretty, i'm looking for attention, and if i say yes, i'm a vain bitch. it's such a double standard in society; we tell girls that they should be confident and feel beautiful all the time, but then we tear down girls who are confident, out of jealousy and hate. i really don't get it.