Wed, 03/04/2015 - 16:30 -- Jadeama



I was a Zebra among horses. 

Thoroughbred horses. 

I felt ugly because my hair curled to my shoulders instead falling down my back

I had the permanent tan that they so dreamed of, but it still wasn’t enough

I settled for being just friends with guys, telling myself I didn’t want them anyways. 

I said I didn’t care

My hair was nappy and untamed 

My thighs were too big, and rubbed when I walked. 

I never felt beautiful

I was different

A zebra among thoroughbreds. 

But one day I got the courage to look at myself in the mirror and say am beautiful

I’m beautiful because of my nappy, untamed hair and thighs that are too big

I’m beautiful because I was that little girl that thought she wasn’t good enough, but now knows better. 

I’m beautiful because sometimes I wake up and feel ugly, but smile and keep my head up anyways. 

I shine from the inside and I’m beautiful through and through

Even if I’m a zebra among thoroughbreds.

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