Flawless in the Raw

I think of all the things I think is wrong with me. My acne, my eyebrows don't look alike, I don't have a flat stomach, my hair isn't long and luscious, I'm too plain in my clothes. I think: "I am flawfull". Then it makes me think, why do I feel this way? I think about all the commercials showing what "perfection" is; skinny, long blonde hair, clear face, and a big white smile. Although I think I want to look like that, I don't. I am flawless, I take a good look in the mirror, I like the skin I am in, my hair is soft and pretty, my bosy is lovely. I am beautiful, I am flawless.


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