Who am I?

I am a 17 year old 'big girl' who stares at the media and looks at what appears to be considered perfect. 

I understand that not one person is perfect because it's the media that gives us this image an image with a label. 

I say that I don't need anyone to tell me I am beautiful, smart or perfect. As Beyonce said "...perfection is a disease of a nation." A nation that can't see the beauty in everything and anyone. 

I dream about one day being able to be considered perfect for being 'big'. Have the media say that big is beautiful. 

I am a 17 year old 'big girl' who stares at the media and looks at what appears to be considered perfect. 

 

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