I remember wishing for curlier

I remember wishing for curlier hair,

smaller boobs and a bigger butt

all these things I would never achieve.

Beauty and the beast is what they seen in me.

Beastly on the outside

yet only if they looked on the in, a beauty.

I was a pearl radiant and presious

yet, dark and stone hard.

I had learned to accept my apperance and work on my inward.

Finally, there he stood a prince in shining armour sweeping me in his arms

I found someone who accepted me

Beauty and my beast


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