My best friend’s hands were full. One held the longest list I had ever created ”119 flaws I had compiled about myself over 12 years. The other held a lit match. As I watched the flames lick the papers, relief flooded my chest. Hungrily, they devoured the poisonous content, turning all my self-proclaimed imperfections to…

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