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The Ugly Truth

You like to call me names

So what. It's not like you got much going for you anyways

You make fun of my breast

Do women with big breast pose such a threat

You called me a Owl because my glasses are thick

Who cares, what makes you different makes you amazing

You called me a lesbian

Because I'm not the town *****

You call me a nerd

Why because you're jealous that I can actually read

You single me out

But that is okay. I'd rather be alone than with a bunch of losers

You call me ugly

My beauty must make you cringe

I'm not athlete but at least they treat me like

I'm a human being.

No I do not have a clique who needs fake friends

anyways

Yes I have insecurities they make me feel alive

Yes I have imperfections but who doesn't

The Ugly Truth is that you try to be something that you're not

When a intelligent and smart woman just so happens to come along

You ridicule her and try to make her feel ashamed

But this is one woman who is proud to love and be herself

So go ahead try to bring her down

You're only making yourself look like a idiot

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toni-lynn-whitt
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Apr 13, 2010
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