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queen.

She doesn't dress up for you. How naive of you to even think that's true. Her taking a few drinks or wearing a short dress. Definitely does not mean that it's a yes. She doesn't take those pictures for you to see and judge. She does it because she accepts herself, every scar, every bulge. She wears whatever she wants to wear. And not so you can stand and stare. She does everything she does only for herself. Because she isn't ashamed of her imperfections, she loves them instead. But God forbid a girl love herself in this society. For she will then be destroyed by the patriarchy. Yet she has risen above all the shaming, all the hate and all the horrible expectations they've had. Do you really think that's so bad? She doesn't care anymore if you put her down. She is a queen and her confidence her crown.
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a_theoretical_waffle
17 / F / Lost.
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Written by
a_theoretical_waffle
17 / F / Lost.
Published
May 12, 2019
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#girlpower#selflove#confident#bodypositivity#independent#strong#women
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