photo by Sam Burriss via Unsplash
Girls like her—pretty and popular—some made the covers of magazines I bought with my allowance.
I knew I couldn’t be them, would never look like them, and that was fine.
All I wanted was what I believed they possessed inside—what made them glow and shimmer beyond their summer tans and perfect teeth—a happy life, for that would be success.
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