There are so many things she desires, things that would make her quite pleased with her life. If every morning when she woke, her hair would look perfect, and she never had to spend a moment trying to groom it into something presentable. If she was surrounded by positive, caring people, so she would never have to fight the feeling of disgust towards other humans. If she found that one man that was her other half, that she meant everything to and that she live with blissfully for the rest of her days. If she had the career that she had dreamt of as a child, because those dreams never really went away. If she had that perfect story-book house, with a thriving garden and nice, spend furniture and decor. If she had all the shoes she might ever need, and plenty of the shoes she just wanted. If she could cook as well as her mother always did. If she had the strength to never fear or despair even in the worse of circumstances. But what she really wanted, more than any of these things, what she busted her ass to get every moment of every day, is to be respected for the amazing woman she has become.
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