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I am not beautiful...         I am choked up tears, cover-up smiles         the kind of light that turns you blind         from having too less or more than enough. I am not beautiful...         I am scratched out scars, burnt out heart         the kind of storm that wrecks up lives         creeping stealthily through the night. I am not beautiful...         I am not your quintessential girl         the kind that walks with a perfect stance         swaying waist of 26" and pretty face all made up I am not beautiful...       **I am edges and curves, messy hair and everything you never dreamt of        The kind that repulses you by skin, and attracts you by mind        Someone you'll never know because. . .** I am not beautiful.
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Jun 29, 2015
Jun 29, 2015 at 1:23 PM UTC
(not) Beautiful
I am not beautiful...         I am choked up tears, cover-up smiles         the kind of light that turns you blind         from having too less or more than enough. I am not beautiful...         I am scratched out scars, burnt out heart         the kind of storm that wrecks up lives         creeping stealthily through the night. I am not beautiful...         I am not your quintessential girl         the kind that walks with a perfect stance         swaying waist of 26" and pretty face all made up I am not beautiful...       **I am edges and curves, messy hair and everything you never dreamt of        The kind that repulses you by skin, and attracts you by mind        Someone you'll never know because. . .** I am not beautiful.
Ok. So this is a tribute to all the girls out there who feel inferior in some way or the other to someone else because of their looks. Who crouch up infront of a mirror singling out every pimple, every scar, every curve of cellulite wishing em away. No, I'm not going to say you're beautiful. I'm not going to say those girls you stalk on instagram and facebook are plastic dolls. I will say, it's okay. Its okay if you're not pretty. It's okay because at the end of the day there is always going to be someone better, smarter, kinder, prettier than you. Its okay because nobody has it all. Its okay because there are other things you have. You could be a writer, a poet, a dancer, a stand up comedian, a cartoonist... heck, anything! The world these days is obsessed with made up faces. It categories humans into ugly and beautiful then says the only thing that's true is inner beauty. **** that. You don't need that. Its okay to be you. Being beautiful isn't everything. It's okay to be not beautiful. Hugs and love, P
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Jun 29, 2015
Jun 29, 2015 at 1:23 PM UTC
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