Hiding behind the mask of my insecurities makes me invisible.

Who really cares that when I comb my hair I break some of its teeth?

Who really ignores the fact that my hips and thighs are bigger when compared to a Victoria Secret model?

Who really sees the fact that my imperfections make me perfect?

But, pay no attention to that man behind the curtain, right?

He has his own lavish curtain and bedazzled mask than to worry about me.

Instead of creating lines and making up an unknown character, I play my part.

Not falling into society's view of beauty will make the star of the show.

This award winning soul embraces her natural roots, and wears clothes that compliment her brillant features.

I'm coming out.