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July 16 | 16:05
The appearance of my own body is cut and dissected every time I breathe. My horror of beauty is not when I’m laying naked on the bathroom floor, but when I’m staring straight at myself, wondering what’s underneath the painted on feelings and made up eyes, I’m not a fucking beauty queen. When I walk into the bathroom, I’m not getting pretty I’m destroying myself, repairing myself from the damage I’ve done. –Jeffree Star
