I have to live with myself and so I want to be fit for myself. I want to be able as days go by. I always want to look myself straight to the eye. I don’t want to stand, with the setting sun, and hate myself for things I have done. I don’t want to keep a box full of secrets about myself, as I come and go, into thinking that nobody else will know the kind of girl I really am. (That’s the main purpose of this essay.) I don’t want to dress myself up in sham. I want to go out with my chin up. I want to deserve all man’s respect. I don’t want to look at myself and know that I am a bluffer, an empty show. I know that I can never hide myself from me. I see what others may never see. I k
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