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My face is not that of beauty queens                 *the indention in my forehead                          shows that clearly* My hair is not as shiny as most                         ***** brown and limp* My neck is not that of starlets                          *I have a double chin                           when I look down* My chest is not that of a model's               I could pass for a man right there My stomach is not a six pack                               *having babies                       stretched me too much* My bottom is not smooth at all                       stretch marks all over My legs are not that of a dancer's                        *chicken legs                        I've heard them called* My mind is not that of Einstein I'm still learning everyday My heart is not made of gold *there are days the blackness comes through* My soul is not white as snow *it is tainted with life harsh words thrown to it* I attempt to overcome my faults *walk as though I have nothing to be ashamed of* *But in the back of my mind There sits the forever* Not good enoughs...
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May 14, 2016
May 14, 2016 at 10:40 PM UTC
How I See
My face is not that of beauty queens                 *the indention in my forehead                          shows that clearly* My hair is not as shiny as most                         ***** brown and limp* My neck is not that of starlets                          *I have a double chin                           when I look down* My chest is not that of a model's               I could pass for a man right there My stomach is not a six pack                               *having babies                       stretched me too much* My bottom is not smooth at all                       stretch marks all over My legs are not that of a dancer's                        *chicken legs                        I've heard them called* My mind is not that of Einstein I'm still learning everyday My heart is not made of gold *there are days the blackness comes through* My soul is not white as snow *it is tainted with life harsh words thrown to it* I attempt to overcome my faults *walk as though I have nothing to be ashamed of* *But in the back of my mind There sits the forever* Not good enoughs...
Insecurities **** Tonight more than most.
karina-veirs
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May 14, 2016
May 14, 2016 at 10:40 PM UTC
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