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Beautiful

I'm forced to believe what I look like isn't beautiful

Skin is in

and bones are too

also, If your over a size 2 you're fat

Being tall is a must,

lighter skin is a plus

and long hair is a bonus.

Magazines, television, radios;

the media tells me what I should look like.

But, what is the "media"?

The media is an idea

and everyone seems to want to be a part of it.

They promote dangerous actions

Bulimia, anorexia, weaves and make up;

just without words

The people behind the media should be revealed,

they are probably fighting with themselves to look like what they advertise.

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jkela-smith
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Dec 21, 2011
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