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First, I saw my veins, then my boobs and how the size of my hands exceeds theirs. I saw how fleshy my lips are when I smile and the prominence of my upper gum and my front teeth. I saw my defective bite, the scar on one of my eyebrows and the other on my forehead. I saw the hairs on my arms. I saw it all and cried. I had let me be discovered imperfect. Because when they say how skinny I am or what a beautiful pair of eyes I have I’m always wearing clothes. I also cried because showing oneself naked is wrong, because the total or partial nude of a woman is a sin for most part of society. Because if you take your photo with few clothing you are disqualified to grow as a professional female.
Carolina
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