Here are some things that count as ‘showing off’: loudly telling everyone your mock results when they didn’t ask. Doing perfect cartwheels during hockey practice. Instagrams from your beach holiday when you know it’s raining back home.

Here’s something that doesn’t count as ‘showing off’: lifting up your arm when there is some entirely natural hair underneath it. Nope. Not even a little bit. That’s called, well, lifting your arm up when there’s some perfectly natural hair underneath it. Ipso facto, Lourdes Leon isn’t ‘showing off’ her underarm hair any more than I’m showing off my elbows by wearing a t-shirt. Or showing off my nose by… having a nose.

But we’re all agreed on that, aren’t we? Because we’re all cool with the fact that bodies have hair in all kinds of places, and that it’s 100% up to us whether we choose to get rid of it or embrace it tenderly. Shave it, wax it, trim it, grow it, plait it, glitter it, or just let it do its sweet thing.

Sadly though, certain corners of the British media are still playing catch up as far as being chill about women’s bodies goes. And so when Madonna’s daughter went on a lovely beach holiday this week, she made headlines in loads of tabloid papers for ‘flaunting’, ‘parading’ and yep, ‘showing off’ her unshaven pits on the beach. Boring, guys. We are bored.

Lourdes

Instead let’s take a moment to salute Madonna Junior for following in her mum’s iconic footsteps – by not giving a s**t, doing her own thing, and being fantastically hirsute while she does it. Besides, Lourdes, you’re just saving yourself a load of painful shaving cuts. And nobody has time for this kind of hassle.

Images: Instagram.com/lourdesmariacicconeleon

When the results of this years Girls’ Attitudes survey by Girlguiding revealed that girls as young as 7 feel pressured to look ‘perfect’, we were upset. But not surprised.

Almost every woman and girl alive knows how it feels to be judged on our appearance – by friends and family, by boys in the street, by strangers, by the world – and how it feels to be so conscious of our appearance that it holds us back in life. From getting down and dirty on a sports field to seizing the most exciting opportunities, so much is sacrificed because of the pressure to be pretty.

But it turns out those 7-10 year old girls also have the answers sussed, saying loud and clear that the most important thing to improve their lives right now would be to stop judging girls and women on the way they look.

Got that, society? Stop. It. Now.

Newsflash: that means thinking twice about the nice comments, as well as the nasty. The ‘compliments’. Because obviously, being told you have great hair or a beautiful smile can make you feel great – but while we’re only praised on our appearance, it’s so much easier to believe that’s all we’re worth.

So inspired by Girl Guiding’s #YouAreAmazing campaign, we had a go at coming up with a whole list of lovely compliments you can give girls (or anyone really) that have nothing at all to do with their appearance.

And you know what? It wasn’t hard.

1. You are so clever.

2. You are so creative.

3. You are so brave. 

4. You know the lyrics to so many songs off by heart.

5. You’re perceptive.

6. You’re a brilliant listener.

7. You give really good advice.

8. You give quite bad advice, but always with the best of intentions.

9. You have the fiercest moves on the dancefloor.

10. You’re completely hilarious.

11. You’re a fantastic problem-solver.

12. You’re kind.

13. You’re generous.

14. You’re amazing at whistling.

15. You are very good at seeing the best in people, even when everyone else sees the worst.

16. You are very good at seeing the worst in people, even when they’re not as great as everyone thinks.

17. You have the wisdom of a very old oak tree.

18. You always pick the best place to eat lunch.

19. You have an excellent sense of smell.

20. You can always pronounce the non-English words on a menu correctly.

21. You’re tough, resilient and not afraid to take risks.

22. You’re the person everyone wants on their team.

23. You can probably hang pictures perfectly straight, first time.

24. If I threw something at you with no warning, I bet you’d catch it.

25. You’re such a quick learner.

26. You have the best taste in books.

27. You always have the perfect reaction gif for every occasion.

28. You’re the kind of person who can sing the harmonies in Happy Birthday.

29. You make the perfect cup of tea.

30. You have an adventurous spirit.

31. You have the brightest future ahead of you.

32. If I ever went on Pointless, I would want you for my teammate.

33. You have the best sense of direction.

34. You embody all the best qualities of each Hogwarts house, rolled into one.

35. You inspire me.

Share the love! Tweet us your best compliments @bettycollective, and join the Girl Guiding campaign with #YouAreAmazing.

I was fifteen when I was diagnosed with anorexia.

I had never kissed a boy, or a girl for that matter. I had never had a pint of beer or driven a car. Yet, somehow, I had decided to fight against the most basic of human instincts: that you eat to survive.

Anorexia is a difficult illness to explain because even when I was firmly in its suffocating grasp, I was aware that I was sick. Not in a hand-on-your-forehead, take-a-paracetamol, have-a-good-night’s-sleep sort of way. But sick in a Saturday-morning-weigh-ins, every-meal-dissolving-into-a-fight, missing-entire-weeks-of-school sort of way. In fact, I was the type of sick that would come to define the next few years of my life.

The only way I can attempt to explain my anorexia is to say I felt that I was both too much, and not enough. I was too loud and too enthusiastic. And also, not smart enough or pretty enough. I had no idea who I was or what I wanted to do with my life, and that frightened me.

All I knew was that I wanted to be perfect.

I felt like people had expectations of me – some real and some totally imagined – and I felt I could never meet them all. Somewhere along the way, I got confused. I forgot that my happiness was more important to anyone than the grades I got or the way I looked. Instead, I began hating myself for not being the Lily I thought people wanted me to be and so I took it out on my body. I wanted to shrink everything until I became invisible.

It wasn’t even so much about being thin – it was about what being thin represented. To me, being thin showed that I was the type of person that exercised, the type of person who ate salad, the type of person that always submitted her homework on time, and always made the honours classes. Somehow thin, to me, had come to mean clean and disciplined and healthy.

But of course, I wasn’t healthy at all. I was starving myself, I was depressed and I was falling behind at school because I no longer had the energy to raise my hand in class, to do my homework, to keep my eyes open while the teacher explained the fall of the Roman Empire (to do this day, I still don’t really know what went down back then).

The thinner I became, the more I hated myself. I pushed my friends and family away, convinced they couldn’t love a creature as awful as me. I felt like I’d trapped myself in a nightmare that I had quickly lost any control over and I was really, really scared.

Of course, I knew something was wrong. My family had tried to talk to me. My teachers had pulled me aside after class. My friends had asked if I was okay. I knew that all the things that were happening to my body were not the signs of a healthy 15-year-old, but part of me thought it would be arrogant to ask for help, to assume that this thing, whatever it was, was a serious mental illness. That a doctor would take one look at me and laugh and say, “What are you talking about? There’s absolutely nothing wrong with you.”

It wasn’t until I read a book about anorexia that I was able to finally able to ask for the help that I so desperately needed.

One night, I emerged from my room, crying. My mum was watching TV and I curled up next to her, ‘Mum,’ I said quietly, ‘I think there’s something wrong with me.’

I know those are the exact words I said because they are seared into my brain. After I uttered those words, my life took on a different trajectory.

There were years of therapy. And then some more therapy. There were anti-depressants. And then more anti-depressants.

There were screaming matches with my mum, who believed that my life should amount to more than knowing the calorie content of every food in the supermarket.

There were some appointments where both my parents, one of my brothers and his wife would turn up to support me and we had to nick some chairs from the room next door – because how many people are lucky enough to have four people who will turn up to what is, quite frankly, a long and harrowing doctors appointment?

There was a teacher who let me sit with him and talk about US politics when I wasn’t up to going to class. There were my friends who kept turning up, no matter how awfully I treated them, which is pretty much all I ever needed them to do.

None of these people needed me to be perfect; they just needed me to get well. And so I did.

Even so, it took years of therapy before I became even a shadow of my former self. Years before I accepted my personality and stopped confusing my weight and my self-worth, as if they were almost the same thing.

My desire to be perfect nearly ruined my entire life because I am so massively imperfect (so much so that I just had to ask a colleague if it was imperfect or unperfect). I am consistently seven minutes late. I knock over my water bottle at least once a day and every time my editor bursts out laughing. I get really obsessed with crafting projects and then abandon them three quarters of the way through.

And all that is fine, because it’s who I am. The most important thing I learnt from those years? That the moment you let go of trying to be perfect and you learn to forgive yourself for all the ways in which you screw up, you get to be happy.

Image: Hailey Hamilton

Body hair. It causes more social drama than an episode of EastEnders.

And all the shouting and opinions and ‘YOU AIN’T MY MUVVA’s can make you feel super confused at the pile of pubes you’ve now adopted, or your leg hair that seems to be growing darker and darker. What’s normal? Can you keep it? Or should it GET OUTTA MA PUB? (I’m not sure how long the EastEnders references are going to last, sorry.)

Firstly, let’s lay down the golden rules when it comes to YOUR body hair. Ahem. It is totally ok if you:

Don’t want to shave/wax/trim etc!

Not bothered by the hair on your body? Don’t get the fuss? That’s ok! Your body is yours and the hair on it is totally normal and healthy. If you don’t care about your fanny bush or fuzzy armpit then you leave it alone and stick two fingers up to the haters.

Want to shave/wax/trim etc!

Armpit hair too itchy? Leg hair too dark? Don’t like your pubes? That’s ok! You can remove your body hair as long as you’re doing it for the right reasons. But your friends making comments in the P.E. changing rooms about you not shaving your legs, or your boyfriend/girlfriend saying you’re weird and dirty for keeping your pubes, aren’t the right reasons. Only change your body for you and nobody else.

So that’s that sorted. But what about the hair that’s not on your legs, fanny, or armpit? The hair that lurks but no one talks about? The tuft that’s appeared on your big toe or the sole, lonely long hair that’s sticking proudly from your left nipple? Is THAT normal?! Well…

1. Hairy toes?

Yep. Normal. Toes get hairy, which apparently is a sign of good circulation! So if you can plait your toe hair then your heart is probably doing a good job. Be proud.

2. Hairy nipples?

Totally normal. It’s very common to have a hair or two growing around your nipples. Like most things, you can probably blame hormones. It’s unlikely that many people are going to see them, or care, but if you do want to get rid then a gentle pluck will do.

3. Facial hair?

Normal, almost all of the time. While men are basically encouraged to rock a hipster beard, it can feel like a girl’s worst nightmare to have hair growing on their face (spot the inequality!). But whether it’s upper lip, between the eyebrows, or on your chin, it happens. Usually it’s just who you are – but sometimes a lot of face hair can be due to hormonal imbalances, so if it seems extreme or is really bothering you, get yourself to your GP.

4. Hairy eyebrows?

So normal. Some people’s eyebrows are super thin and some are super thick, and what’s socially acceptable and trendy changes every damn day. Eyebrows can be cool to play with and style, but never think that yours are naturally weird or abnormal. And never wax or shave them off completely off… believe me. You don’t wanna do that.

5. Snail trail?

Funnily enough, normal! Snail trails, the hair that can run from your belly button to your fanny, aren’t just guy property. #Equality

6. Dark hair?

Normal. The colour of your body hair will totally depend on your DNA. If you have super dark hair that steals the limelight, or super pale hair that makes your eyebrows redundant, then you can probably blame your parents. Whatever the colour, it’s normal to you.

7. Hairy bum?

Unfortunately, normal. We’re not talking about the long hairs that get trapped in your bum crack after a shower, we’re talking about actual hair that grows in said bum crack. It’s a misconception that your pubes only grow on your mons pubis (the area above your vulva – Google it). They grow in ALL THE AREAS down below. You can get rid of it if you want to, but please be careful! Shaving down there can be tricky, blind, and VERY PAINFUL IF YOU GET IT WRONG.

8. Pubey thighs?

Argh, sorry. Normal. As above, your pubes can grow in ALL THE AREAS and that can include your thighs. Yeah. We know. Thankfully these pubes tend to not be as thick and wiry as your fanny pubes so are soft and less noticeable, which also makes them more easy to get rid of – if you so wish.

So, there you have it. Body hair. More often than not, totally 100% normal.

*gasp. dramatic look. DUFF DUFF DUFFDUFFDUFF DUFFDUFFDUFFDUFF. theme tune. credits roll*

@louisejonesetc

Image: Kate Forster

When I was seven, a wonderful thing happened. The child of two myopic parents and four myopic grandparents, my time had finally come: I needed glasses.

I remember picking them in the Milton Keynes branch of Boots Opticians – they had round, multicoloured frames and the word ‘Pocahontas’ on the side. They were the coolest thing I owned.

Two decades on and my eyesight has got considerably worse. I spent three years on an idle search to find my next pair of purse-destroying spectacles and wound up with some not totally unlike the above – although, regrettably, without any Disney Princess branding.

These days my glasses help me serve Librarian Realness on a good day, and make me feel piggy-eyed, ugly and old on a bad one.

It’s a sad thing to admit, but not entirely surprising. Since your Granny was a girl, when Bette Davis gained her sanity and lost her glasses in Now, Voyager, Hollywood’s most beautiful women have been shedding the specs to transform from mousy wallflowers to modest sex symbols – as if glasses weren’t just a tool to correct your eyesight, but actually an enormous, body-engulfing sack made of dog hair and earwax.

giphy-10As Michelle Pfeiffer, Uma Thurman, Anne Hathaway and Rachael Leigh Cook all took off their glasses on the big screen during my childhood, the Extreme Makeover crew and Gok Wan were encouraging women to get contact lenses on the small one (it should be noted that Gok Wan still has a range of glasses available in Specsavers, which seems ironic).

Is it any wonder that I learned that glasses = not hot and no glasses = hot?

Eight years and several pairs after the Pocahontas incident, I was granted contact lenses on my 15th birthday. They were the coolest thing I owned.

Although I’d attempted to work the Velma-from-Scooby-Doo look (there was a movie remake in the early Noughties and my thick-framed, rectangular frames were surprisingly trendy at the time), there didn’t seem to be room in the narrow definition of ‘pretty teenage girl’ for glasses.

So I underwent my own makeover montage: in losing my glasses, I had gained passage to the enchanting, and frequently confusing, world of parties, bad boys and blue eyeliner.  

Since then I’ve had a love affair with a pair of enormous plastic granny glasses, which took me on some of the best nights of my life (learning to party well in glasses is a little-known but invaluable skill) and had a cherished illustration immortalise my speccy style – but also felt repulsed when photos of me wearing them appear on social media.

Even now, when I’m fortunate enough to feel happy and confident in my appearance, I will sometimes take them off for photos.

giphy-5It doesn’t even make sense. The people who know me best: friends, family, old boyfriends, all say that when they think of me, I’m wearing glasses. That’s probably because glasses suit me and my personality, and the best people in your life appreciate you for more than just your face. Along with my hair (also the same when I was seven – if it ain’t broke…), glasses are the one consistent part of how I look. But the fact is that sometimes I don’t even think about wearing them, let alone put them on.

And I’m not alone, either. A number of my close female friends wear glasses, but it took me months to find out because they wear contact lenses in public. Sometimes I feel badass, smart and fearless behind my tiny plastic windshields – a kind of Lois Lane who doesn’t have to rely on sappy old Superman (so much better with glasses, for what it’s worth) to get stuff done. Other times I just feel frumpy.

Google ‘wearing glasses’ and there are endless pages of tips on how to look pretty while wearing glasses, including a WikiHow for ‘How to Look Hot Even If You Wear Glasses’. Urgh. As if looking good and wearing glasses couldn’t possibly happen at the same time. This is, obviously, total tosh, but how are we meant to feel when the world is telling us that we look better without them?

Mindy Project glassesIt doesn’t help that the women society uphold as beautiful and brilliant on a daily basis don’t have glasses on. That doesn’t mean they don’t exist, though. Here are a few gorgeous glasses-wearers: Tavi Gevinson, Lupita N’yongo, Orange is the New Black’s Alex Vause, Rashida Jones, Mindy Kaling, Tina Fey, Meryl Streep in The Devil Wears Prada…

But really, the only person that’s going to make you feel great in your glasses is you. And it doesn’t matter if you don’t always feel glorious in them – sometimes you won’t, because life.

And for every time I’ve had to flap around looking for my glasses in the morning because I’ve lost them (one of life’s cruelest pranks), or consistently smushed the same bit of grease around the lenses all day long (shampoo gets them clean, by the way), I still wouldn’t get laser eye surgery. Because you know what? I’d actually miss the expensive, pesky little blighters – myopia chose me, glasses are my lot, and I’ve learned to rock them. You will too.    

@alice_emily

Image: Laura Callaghan

Have you ever been really excited for Christmas or a birthday because you think you’re getting a particular present… but then you get something totally different, or (even worse) nothing at all?

Well, that’s how it can feel when all your friends and the girls in your class have big boobs and you don’t. Emotionally, as well as literally, flat.

It’s completely natural to feel a bit disappointed and left out when you hit your mid-teens and have small boobs when everyone else seems to be buying new bras, talking in cup-size code and wearing low cut tops. It can feel like they’re all part of a secret club, and you didn’t get invited.

Gretchen Weiners

But it’s easy to forget that we all come in different shapes and sizes. And every one of those shapes and sizes is perfectly natural and fine.

Sure, there are things about having big boobs that small-boobed sisters like you and me don’t get to talk about. Like how much we can store in our cleavage. Which celebrity has the same cup size as them. Um. The fact that big boobs can cause back pain. Wait – maybe it’s not all hunky-dory for those with big boobs either?

Glee relieved face

Truth is, there are just as many awesome things about being smaller up top too. (Shh, just don’t tell your big-boobed friends.)

Here are some of the reasons that having small boobs really isn’t a big deal. Like, at all.

1. You can go trampolining and running with ease

Jennifer Lawrence running on chat show

Bouncing up and down, running, dancing… in fact, most kinds of exercise can be easier when you have small boobs. That doesn’t mean you should skip buying a good sports bra, but you don’t need to find one with loads of rock-solid support or wear two at once like – yep – some other girls do.

2. You’ll never experience under-boob sweat.

Too hot gif

Because armpit sweat is annoying enough.

3. You have lots of small-boobed role models.

Gwen Stefani

Gwen Stefani, Kate Moss, Natalie Portman, Zoe Saldana, Kate Hudson – all proof you don’t need big boobs to be famous and awesome.

4. Shopping is (mostly) easier.

I'll take everything

Ok, so tops might not always fit perfectly and strapless dresses might not always look exactly like you thought they would in your head (although nine times out of ten, they’ll look great). But there are so many styles that look good, and you don’t have to worry about buttoning them up, falling out of them or buying an impossible secret invisible bra. Spree time!

5. You won’t get boob-related pain

HoneyBooBoo awesome gif

That’s right, you don’t have to worry about back pain. Not from boobs, anyway. In fact you might even have better posture over time, as nothing is weighing you down.

6. Things fit better (without any awkwardness)

Bette Davis seatbelts comment

Seatbelts, cross body bags, guitars and being strapped into, well, anything really.

7. You can sleep on your stomach

sleeping

You don’t have to position yourself so your boobs don’t get in the way, which means way more nighttime poses to choose from – and maybe fewer sleepless nights too.

8. They might change over time.

Joey sand boobs

Loads of women find that their boobs change as they get older. This doesn’t mean you shouldn’t learn to love them just as they are, though – you totally should. But they might get bigger. They might change shape.

And they might not, but that’s where learning to love them comes in.

9. Bra shopping is (mostly) easier…

Lauren Conrad too easy

Yes it can be daunting to buy bras when you feel like your boobs are too small. But hear me out. Having small boobs means you can choose lovely dainty bralets, rather than bras built for support with lots of underwiring.

Think lacy and pretty. Simple and sporty. You can fake boobs with padding now and again if you want to try something new – or just embrace your A-cup realness. So much choice!

10. … And you can go braless whenever you want

New Girl boob unemployed

Sure you can wear a whole universe of different bras when you have small boobs… but you can go totally braless whenever you like too. In fact, we all can if we want to. Freedom!

@BeccaCaddy

Image: Hailey Hamilton

Take off your silver cape and pack away your furry shoes – London Fashion Week is winding down for another six months.

And in among all the usual designer labels, outrageous street style and soon-to-be-seen-on-Snapchat beauty trends (please can we make hair scarves happen?) that emerged, there was a very different kind of statement.

A group of awesome campaigners picketed LFW events in central London to protest against the lack of diversity in catwalk fashion. Using the hashtags #NoSizeFitsAll and #FashionForEveryBody, the protesters included plus size models, disabled models and campaigners from the Women’s Equality Party and fashion site Simply Be, all keen to make the fashion industry wake up and pay attention to women of all shapes, sizes, colours and varieties.

Among the fiercely-dressed squad holding up Simply Be’s #FashionForEveryBody signs were blogger Gabi Gregg, plus size model Iskra Lawence and Kelly Knox, one of the UK’s leading disabled models.

“I found when I became a model I was pigeon-holed to become a plus-sized model, and could only work for brands that weren’t cool or young,” said size 16 Jada Sezer, another megababe protestor. “The idea of plus-sized model was outdated – and representation for the average woman is non-existent.”

Meanwhile the #NoSizeFitsAll campaign, founded by feminist political party the WEP, is asking people to share photos of their clothes labels on social media to shake off the stigma of larger sizes and highlight how ridiculously sizes can vary from one shop to another.

It’s also calling for fashion magazines to include at least one plus size spread in each issue, and for the British Fashion Council to insist that all designers at London Fashion Week 2017 use models of at least two different sample sizes – one of which has to be a UK size 12 and above. Which, when we remember that the average woman in the UK is a size 16, doesn’t seem that unreasonable now does it?

And protesting LFW isn’t the only cool thing being done by the Women’s Equality Party to help girls and women feel good in their own skin. They’re also calling for PSHE lessons at school to include discussions on body image, “with a very specific focus on media depictions of beauty” – to remind us all that the photos we see in mags and ads are often about as real as having magical centaurs modelling clothes.

Which would be cooler than another parade of exclusively thin, white, able-bodied models, let’s be honest.

Image: Facebook / Simply Be USA

The findings from the latest Good Childhood Report – which gathers informations about the wellbeing of children from 15 different countries, across four separate continents – are in. And sadly, they don’t look amazing.

Team GB might have excelled at the Olympics, but it looks like the nation is far from golden when it comes to raising happy, confident children – especially girls. Out of the 15 countries that are ranked in the Good Childhood Report, England came in last.

The report revealed that one in seven girls said they weren’t happy with their lives overall, while a third don’t feel happy with the way they look. While this might come as a shock to adults, for anyone who’s been in high school recently, it probably won’t come as much of a surprise.

One of the girls involved in the study explained:

“We’re expected to be perfect, like Barbie dolls or something and if we don’t then we get bullied.”

In fact, girls have become less happy with their lives and the way they look over the last five years. Another teenage girl said:

“There are so many things that are difficult about being a young person. There are so many pressures from your friends, from your family. You don’t know who you are going to be, you are trying to find who you are in a certain way.”

We all know what she means, don’t we? The Instagram stars that seem to have their whole lives sorted aged 15; all those advertising campaigns full of models with wide eyes, tiny waists and symmetrical features; the interrogation from family members who demand to know what you want to do with the rest of your life before you’ve even worked out what subjects you’re taking for your GCSEs.

Boys aren’t immune to the pressures of modern life either; despite being happier than girls overall, one in nine boys is unhappy with their lives and one in five is unhappy with the way they look.

But the sort-of-good news for boys is that those numbers haven’t changed that much over five years. Obviously, it would be better if everyone was happy and skipping and singing the Friends theme song at all times, but at least that’s something. For boys.

So what’s the reason for the gap?

Excellent question. It’s not entirely clear why this happiness gap exists but one theory is that emotional bullying, such as being called names or people posting nasty stuff on your Instagram, is twice as common as physical bullying.

And in news that will probably not come as a surprise to anyone, girls are more likely to be victims of emotional bullying, while boys are more likely to be physically bullied.

One of the girls in the study explained:

“There is a lot of pressure to look good, you get called names no matter what, people always say stuff behind your back, boys always call you ugly if you have spots, or a slag if you wear makeup.”

Also, girls also tend to spend more time on social media, which can have a negative impact on mental health. It’s true, you can even ask Biebs.

Reasons to be cheerful

But let’s look beyond the gloom to some bright spots on the horizon, shall we?

There are so many great body-positive campaigns happening right now putting the spotlight on people of colour, disabled people and girls’ rights to their own bodies. From L’Oreal’s True Match campaign that celebrates skintone diversity, to #SREnow’s initiative to provide information about sex and relationships at schools, to the Maltesers advert that featured a woman with cerebral palsy getting real about her sex life.

Hopefully now that the media is (slowly) moving towards more diverse representations of girls and women, we might see a new wave of body positivity that will, in time, turn the tide. And fingers crossed when the next Good Childhood Report is released in 2017, girls in the UK might be feeling a little bit happier.

And by the way…

Your mental health is so important. If you feel so unhappy about anything that it is making life difficult, there’s a lot of help available out there. You can talk to a teacher, a parent, guardian or relative, or you can visit the Childline site for more information.

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