Ugliness is not born,
ugliness is taught.
Scars, blemishes, freckles
are all kisses on the face.
Pieces of true beauty,
that we should not erase.
Who decides if I am beautiful or not?
I decide.
My words, my actions, and my imagination
are really what count.
I like myself,
just the way
I am.
Sep 16, 2012
Sep 16, 2012 at 8:07 PM UTC
Ugliness is not born,
ugliness is taught.
Scars, blemishes, freckles
are all kisses on the face.
Pieces of true beauty,
that we should not erase.
Who decides if I am beautiful or not?
I decide.
My words, my actions, and my imagination
are really what count.
I like myself,
just the way
I am.
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