Also, something terrible has happened: I'm not pretty. And now I'm doubting if I ever was. I don't know what it is, but I photograph terribly. And I no longer enjoy staring at myself, making my apartment--3 rooms with 12 mirrors--a prison. Am I getting older? Am I getting fatter? Am I just always tired now? Is it my hair? Is this something surgery could fix? How am I suppose to exude an unhealthy amount of confidence when I don't even feel like daydreaming about making out with myself?
This is terrible.
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