I am a Goddess.
You taught me that my curves were something to be celebrated
That my flaws are what made me real
Whereas before, I'd look at my self and become frustrated
I am a Goddess.
In sweatpants, jewelry, or nothing at all you think I'm stunning
But more importantly, so do I
So why for 7 years, from myself, have I been running?
Maybe I was running to you, maybe I was running to myself, maybe I was just running
Whyever I was running, I was glad I ended up in your arms
Mar 21, 2018
Mar 21, 2018 at 12:25 PM UTC
I am a Goddess.
You taught me that my curves were something to be celebrated
That my flaws are what made me real
Whereas before, I'd look at my self and become frustrated
I am a Goddess.
In sweatpants, jewelry, or nothing at all you think I'm stunning
But more importantly, so do I
So why for 7 years, from myself, have I been running?
Maybe I was running to you, maybe I was running to myself, maybe I was just running
Whyever I was running, I was glad I ended up in your arms
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