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And one day, I finally had enough of it. On that day my soul grew psyche biasing and biasing with my shapelessness- when I was subjected to mankind’s condemnation. Ah, distinctly I was desiring, a new look, a new touch a new feel of joy. So, I screamed. I ran and I shut myself in. Yet, when I was left alone; rather when I isolated myself, I realized, I’m fine My curves - fine My brown hair - fine My miniature eyes - fine I learned to accept myself. And then, when people began opposing me, Questioning my aspects, I had enough, I wasn’t going back again. I began to love myself, My body is not just fine, I’m beautiful, I ‘ve a creative mind, and a blissful soul. My imperfections make me perfect. Only I can be me. No one else can replicate the contemplated complications I represent. I'm one in seven billion. And I'm both proud and humble about it. I’m blessed with things Others don’t have. Why should I reject my own gifts? I love myself. Yet I may not be “beautiful” to many who define “beauty” in the lines of outer beauty of the physique and masculine embodiments established by a societal norms of antiquity. But let me tell you…. I’m BEAUTIFUL. And so are you. Love yourself, cause you are unique, special and indeed- ONE OF A KIND.
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Jan 31, 2019
Jan 31, 2019 at 11:30 AM UTC
Imperfect.
And one day, I finally had enough of it. On that day my soul grew psyche biasing and biasing with my shapelessness- when I was subjected to mankind’s condemnation. Ah, distinctly I was desiring, a new look, a new touch a new feel of joy. So, I screamed. I ran and I shut myself in. Yet, when I was left alone; rather when I isolated myself, I realized, I’m fine My curves - fine My brown hair - fine My miniature eyes - fine I learned to accept myself. And then, when people began opposing me, Questioning my aspects, I had enough, I wasn’t going back again. I began to love myself, My body is not just fine, I’m beautiful, I ‘ve a creative mind, and a blissful soul. My imperfections make me perfect. Only I can be me. No one else can replicate the contemplated complications I represent. I'm one in seven billion. And I'm both proud and humble about it. I’m blessed with things Others don’t have. Why should I reject my own gifts? I love myself. Yet I may not be “beautiful” to many who define “beauty” in the lines of outer beauty of the physique and masculine embodiments established by a societal norms of antiquity. But let me tell you…. I’m BEAUTIFUL. And so are you. Love yourself, cause you are unique, special and indeed- ONE OF A KIND.
//Growing up as a kid, I did have insecurities regarding my body image, thanks to a whole bunch of relatives, friends and random people of our society//
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Jan 31, 2019
Jan 31, 2019 at 11:30 AM UTC
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