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I Hate My Hair
Deborah: Fifteen years old
I hate my hair, I don't know why, but I hate it. My mum loves it, she wants to keep my hair long but I want it short. She brushes my hair every afternoon, I try to hide but my mum finds me. She gives me food if I let her brush my hair, that's why I'm a bit fat. I hate being fat. I've got two things wrong with me and that is I'm fat and my hair. Some people think I'm pregnant because I'm so fat but I just ignore it. Mum doesn't care if I'm fat; all she cares about is my hair. |
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