I used to think I wasn't pretty. 
my legs were too big, 
my body too tall, 
my face too round.  

Then, others started telling me the same. 
That I deceived them with my photos 
and lied with my camera.
That I told untruths with angles and lighting. 

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My face is beautiful, and it is mine. 
My legs are strong and healthy. 
I walk tall with my head high. 

My camera. My lighting. Mine.

I choose the angles and the lighting to tell my story. 

My hips are wide and **** 
My hands are deft and sure. 
My skin is soft and fragrant. 
And they're mine. 

Not yours. 

Go sell your self-loathing to someone else. 

*I'm not buying*.