March 23, 2018
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I loved how you looked in the mirror with ambition for the future, yet, you loathed how your ponytail fell and grazed your waist.
I loved how you walked away refuting the claims you had imposed on yourself. "I look fine," you said with a smirk, amused at the very criticisms your mind had seemed to cling to the second you glanced in that mirror.
And in that moment, I loved how you knew you were worth more than just your ponytail. I loved how you knew you'd be worth everything good this universe had to offer, and I loved that you knew no one could value you at any less.

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