Mirror, Mirror on the Wall
The first thing I see in the mirror is my nose. Aquiline, my mum used to call it. Big and ugly, I say. So I try to ignore it. Itís much more pleasant to look at my dark eyes; big in the nice sense of the word and Iím told my eyelashes are to die for.
LipsÖ a little too thin for my taste. Theyíre really pale, as well.
My hairís thick and raven-black. Itís short, because I canít stand long hair.
Iím a little too skinny. Itís hard to find clothes that fit properly. But my wedding-dress fits beautifully.
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