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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.
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Oct 12, 2015
Oct 12, 2015 at 4:26 PM UTC
"Real woman"
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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Oct 12, 2015
Oct 12, 2015 at 4:26 PM UTC
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