
Finding Beauty in Imperfection
The Mirror’s Uneven Truth: Finding My Way Through the Silence
For as long as I can remember, the mirror has been a place of negotiation rather than reflection. Every morning, I stand before it and see two different versions of myself. On the right, there is a D cup, full and undeniable. On the left, a small A or B, barely making its presence known.
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