41 Christen Kessler What do you see when you look at me? Do you see my muddy hazel eyes? My sun-freckled face? Do you see my washed-out dye and split ends? Or do you see my sleepless nights immortalized by purple shadows? If you take a step back, what do you see? Do you see my short stature? My chubby silhouette? Do you see the cat scratches on my arms or bug-bite scars? Do you see what I try to hide with baggy clothes? And what if you look past the surface? Do you see my fear of heights? My love of literature? Do you see the people who helped formwho I am? Do you see my hopes? My dreams? Do you see the pieces of me that I don’t see? What do you see when you look at me? what do you se e?
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