Day 34 of 365
Not only was she tired of comparing herself to other women. She hated the habit of criticising women on their path just like she was. Even the girls he showed an interest to. Setting her standard and goals to be more like them and less like her. Wishing her hair was their length, her complexion even the woman she was. Constantly tearing herself down and semi building herself back up at the same time. The worst kind of disease. The type of disease no one is immune from, the incurable type. So she thought.
All pandemics come to an end, right?
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