I grew up as pretty being the only word that people described me as. It made me think i could never be anything else like intelligent or kind. But when i started gaining weight like a normal and healthy kid i was describe as fat. I was never insecure about that until i realized i was supposed to be.

This poem is about: 
Our world


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