Conscious

The mole on my cheek 

You said how ugly it was

I was not just fat

I would never be pretty

My stretchmarks are gross

You said no one will love me

You learned that beauty 

Isn't what media shows

You have come to love 

Every flaw on my skin

That makes me flawless

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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