Filters on photographs

hide so many things

like the freckles on my nose

and the acne on my cheeks


Filters on my words

hide the real me

how I sometimes cuss like a sailor

and hate gossiping


Beauty is in flaws

and the confidence within

not the unrealistic expectations

we hold for everything


I strip away my filters

show my authenticity

I don't want to hide

I want to show who I can be

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