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I can tell anyone that they look beautiful because I have no problem finding beauty in everyone, because to me, everyone is beautiful in some way. But I am struggling to find anything I like about my self. I feel like a pretty soul trapped in a fat suit. Like I was somehow cursed to be in this body in my past life. I hate it. I hate it. My eyes and my teeth are the only thing I love because they don't have fat on them. I wish I looked as beautiful as I see things. I wish my body was as lovely as my mind. If I was in a glistening shell, my soul could be at peace.