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Chapter Twenty-Three

Maybe, if I looked like a Black girl should -- thick thighs, fat ass, flat stomah – like a guitar, I could get away with being average. But to hell with all that. I'm done quelling the opinion of strangers about how ugly I am, about how my body is supposed to look. I didn't even trust the reflection...

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