Like many of us I went through a period of time when I hated myself. Almost everything about me was a reason for me to cry. As I grew in mind, I began to recognize my own value. By the time I was 30, I knew for sure, there was nothing to really hate about me. I'm great in more ways than one.
When I see some of the things people do, I'm glad I'm me.
Are you glad you are you?
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