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Sometimes I feel
like the whole world is a beauty pageant
and I am
inevitably
the runner-up

I hate the way my thighs curve
too big to be sweet,
but too small to be sexy
caught in an in-between
of never-enoughness

I hate the way my stomach sits
I hate the way my lips lay
And I hate the way my thoughts think, especially

But most of all,
I hate
how I feel

like I’m
always
competing
with the
woman
beside me

like I’m
always
losing.

—  “Insecurity” by K.A.B.