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Focusing on outer beauty Watching YouTube tutorials for hours on end Trying to learn how to contour so u can fit in Going out to buy a waist trainer So you can get thin Using snapchat filters to have lighter skin You don't need a fatter *** darling You need to read better books Try to improve your mind Instead of your looks Physical appearance will only get you so far Without all the superficial Do you even know who you are? Underneath the facade can you even recognize yourself? What's the first thing that comes to mind when you hear the word wealth? Do you think of money or jewels or fancy new whips? Or an abundance of knowledge and maintaining meaningful relationships? I refuse to ever be the pretty girl with no purpose Cause at the end of the day, outer beauty is worthless. Being pretty is cool, but I'd rather be smart bc bad ******* are everywhere It's my mind that sets me Apart.
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Jan 10, 2017
Jan 10, 2017 at 4:00 AM UTC
Don't be the Pretty girl with no purpose
Focusing on outer beauty Watching YouTube tutorials for hours on end Trying to learn how to contour so u can fit in Going out to buy a waist trainer So you can get thin Using snapchat filters to have lighter skin You don't need a fatter *** darling You need to read better books Try to improve your mind Instead of your looks Physical appearance will only get you so far Without all the superficial Do you even know who you are? Underneath the facade can you even recognize yourself? What's the first thing that comes to mind when you hear the word wealth? Do you think of money or jewels or fancy new whips? Or an abundance of knowledge and maintaining meaningful relationships? I refuse to ever be the pretty girl with no purpose Cause at the end of the day, outer beauty is worthless. Being pretty is cool, but I'd rather be smart bc bad ******* are everywhere It's my mind that sets me Apart.
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Jan 10, 2017
Jan 10, 2017 at 4:00 AM UTC
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