Flawless in the Eyes of Me

Every Morning i wake up and as i get out of bed  look in my mirror. It is hung so that when i get out of bed that was the first thing i see. I see how over weight i am. I see how my eyes are the wrong shape and my lips are to small. I would see the stretch marks on my thighs and hips. And every morning after that train of though i just have to smile. Why shouldnt i smile. My eyes are the shapes of almonds and show every ounze of my nationality. My lips have kissed many other lips so how are they to small? My hips and thighs give me that awesome cushion that other girls in my three hour lecture class don't. In all honesty i am way way to awesome.

Love, Tabi

This poem is about: 
Me

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