In My Own Skin


In my own skin
I am me
Its hard to accept, hard to see
Day in and day out
I'm told differently
That everyone should accept the beauty I must be
My skin holds a story
That can not be explained
Of course I'm not perfect
But I can't complain
When I look in the mirror
I hate this, I hate that
But I am me
Day in and day out
I see differently
Why someone should accept such a beauty like me

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