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She stood at her bathroom sink staring at her reflection in the top of the faucet. Her distorted image was how she imagined others saw her, eyes widened and distended up to her hairline, nose elongated, her nostrils disappearing into the thin fold of her chin. The conflicting and more accurate image in the mirror to the medicine cabinet did little to dissuade the self deprecation invading her mind.

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