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Feb 2018
We were both in the train
I saw you and called your name
I grinned and said you hi
But you stared without batting an eye...

I blushed and felt embarassed
Face turned red in a flash
My old friend did not see me
As she gawked at me so blankly...

Thinking much, I looked at the mirror...
The cheeks are round and eyes narrow
Waist and tummy have become one
My toes are gone when I look down

Oh the fallacy of real beauty
Norms are dictated by this society
Not the brainy not with personality
Tell me how would you look like Aphrodite?

I am fat, yes...
But I am not invinsible...
Beauty is defined by a vast amount of slanted perceptions and standards, spread by the society. But in fact, real beauty should not only depicts the tangible appearance, not the thin waist line nor the colour, not the race either because we were created unique from each other.
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Bluepetal  37/Two-Spirit/Inside Shell
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