if i told ten-year-old me
that i would one day care
(quite a lot, in fact)
about what people thought of me,
i would laugh in my own face
tell myself to embrace my randomness
to accept my awkward, unique personality
fully and wholeheartedly.
i would, in response,
give her a mouth-only smile,
give her head a gentle pat
and blink away the threat of tears
because i have lost the love
i once had for myself.
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