I'm Not Her
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My sneakers are covered in mud,
my thighs sore from the wieght,
I keep pushing myself,
an image flashes through my mind,
a model from a magazine,
I think of all the ways I could improve,
I tell myself not to idolize those women,
instead to idolize myself,
because beauty is the way I smile,
it's the way my hair falls on my shoulders,
it's when I have food in my teeth or paint in my hair,
beauty is the imperfect things about me.