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An Ode to the Misunderstood

If I was a book, I might be mistaken for an instruction manual, for Barbie Dreamhouse. Because the shade of pink on my cover might be a little too in-your-face, you’d be surprised to find me comfortably snug in between two books double my size in the Suspense genre.

The same way you wouldn’t guess the anxiety I battle with everyday behind my flashy grin.

So the next time you see a girl in a black cardigan and grey pants and black lipstick and a deep frown, don’t be too quick to conclude her story. She might be Self-Help.

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