I am beauty.

I may not look like it

I may feel like it

But I am beauty.

Beneath the pimples,

the wavy hair,

beneath the 25% body fat and the way my thighs tough

I am the feeling of joy on Christmas morning,

I am the perfect sunset over the Pacific

I am so much more..

but all you see is

the Unperfect hair with the

Unperfect face and the

Unperfect body.

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