There was a time when I didn't like myself at all. I thought I was a cruel joke. But now I've come to realise that maybe I am not cute, but I am beautiful.
Why should I try to change who I look like, what my race is? No. I am beautiful because that's the skin I was born with. I love it and I am proud of it.
To this day, the first thing that I do every morning is look in the mirror. I'll tell myself, 'Look at your skin. Look at your teeth and your smile. You are beautiful, you are worthy of love and respect. Don't let the storm make you forget it.'
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