But You Don’t Have To Take My Word For It

Saturday was the first 9 hour shift I had at my department store hell in a while and it was an extra strong batch of the destruction of my self-esteem and frustration that reached volcanic eruption levels. It was bad.

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I never grew up thinking I was beautiful. I couldn’t recall a time my parents told me I was, but it was vastly unimportant. I was told I was creative and smart and funny and these were the qualities I wanted to build upon in my youth.

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