I look at my reflection
My crooked smile smile
my slanted eyes
my tight lips and furrowed brows
my chapped lips and sour tongue
my rough course skin
and my chewed nails
My red ears
the hair on my body
the messiness of my bun
the dullness of my eyes
The bags under them
and I wonder just what people see when they look at me
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