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Oct 2015
Don't sell me a life where I am beautiful if I must walk on backs to reach it
Before I am a standard,
a plus size,
curves and hips and doughy thighs
I am flesh fused to bones that hold my head higher than this competition I did not choose to enter.
I will not compete with the girls I ran with at seven,
to win a title we are already entitled to.
Because no matter how many times you tell me I am more of a woman than another, it will never be true.
Emily Dawn
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Emily Dawn  23/F/Sunny Cornwall
(23/F/Sunny Cornwall)   
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