in fergie's latest song, big girls dont cry.

im a girl.
im big.

but why did i still cry just now?

am i too manly to be a girl?

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how am i to celebrate hari raya looking pretty with half of face turning blue-black and swollen as time goes by?

and my upper lip getting inflamed and stinging with pain?

with the back of my head excrutiating with excessive tumid?