selfacceptance
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When I look at her,
Thousands of butterflies
Fill my stomach
And bounce back and forth,
Trying desperately to get free.
When I look at her,
Please never stop smiling.
Your smile brightens up my whole world,
your smile is so unique -
I love it.
You are unique and special and perfect in your own way.
They ask me what's wrong ?
How come your so sad ?
but then I blow it off and deflect ..........
"oh its nothing " " really its nothing like that !
Then all of a sudden I'm left panicking SCREAMING ON THE INSIDE
My job isn't to make you feel comfortable
To show that I care about how you feel about me
Everyone repeat after me: MY worth is not diminished by what others think or say about me.
ALL TOGETHER NOW.
I am a child of the sun, kissed to a golden caress of honey skin, shining bright on the outside from the light within
I am the bird that flies without limitation through the endless sky, filled with the light blue hue of my aspirations
Unmask me, what is it you see?
A striking smile, but I see a weary girl, seeking her strength.
Green eyes hunting for her soul.
Unmask me, what is it you see?
Behind the eye shadow and lip gloss,
A pale white mask sits all alone
Waiting to be put on and waiting to be shown.
Hidden behind it is an identity unknown
The flaws and imperfections everyone loathes.
Mirror mirror on the wall,who's the brightest star?
Who has the talent and looks to win it all?
I just woke up, my hairs a stickn mess
With a flip of da wrist, I'm bringing sexy back
Its 0 degrees outside, my cars still warm
I parked in a garage, eat that
Running late to school, teachers late
It took me years to realize that I’m more than just a comparison,A comparison to a magazine cover, to a GPA, to a friend or to a sibling.I’m not you, I’m not him, I’m not her… I’m me. I’m just me.And I, am flawless.
Perfection;
The most desired thing,
The all-consuming and pointless thing,
That so many obsess and hurt themselves over.
There are so many things we all want to change,
I am my scars
They paint my body, and my heart
A story for the reader
If they can see it
The one on my wrist from petting a cat
Visiting a shelter, holding death
I went despite my allergies
My body is a temple built upon rolling hills that collide with the clouds and can almost touch the sky.
My body is a temple full of growth, sunshine, green pastures, and sweet melodies.
When you were little, you were small.
Everyone was.
When you were little, no one cared about the size of your jeans,
Just the size of your dollhouse and the shape of your backyard
Being impeccable is over-rated,
unattainable, impossible, and even outdated.
I prefer my goofy smile,
and my spontaneous, overbearingly hectic lifestyle,
over that of a life monotonous with perfection.
To be brought and to age
in a world of masks
To be raised and trained
to forge my own
To be afraid to be without it
At the end of the day
I'm still me
I have feet that graze the ground with each step I take.
Legs so powerful that carry my weight
and knees that allow them to bend.
I have a stomach that supports the innermost parts of me
I am flawlessly flawed and that’s why I’m awed
to be in this world created by God.
Every hair on my head, even the ones still messy from bed,
Are exactly where he meant them to be.
I'm alright, everything is fine
I just be myself, no need to whine
No need for other's opinions
Only need the people that matter to me
And most importantly... myself!
They tell me emotion is weakness.
They say I feel far too much to create something productive.
But I can't control it.
I am me,
Because of what I feel.
They say I speak far too excitedly,
Mom and Dad you can't write my script, this y'all will never understand. I am my owm person,I do what I want, not meetings yours or anyone else's demands.
I wake up,
I look in the mirror
and I see this beautiful girl
staring back at me.
I look at my waist,
my belly,
my thighs,
twice the size of my friends
who brag about not eating at lunch
I used to wake up flawedand put my heart on a shelfthinking I had to make room"There's no room to love yourself."
The world is filled with upset teens
Burdened with the pressure of perfection.
Always striving to be lean,
bugs crawling under my skin
tiny whispers
the itch of trillions of legs
uglyloserwrongawkwardwrongweird
no
No
NO
i am not ruined
i am not a burning building
i am not damaged goods
I know that i have beauty within but choose to display it only threw sin. Life seems shallow and with much fault which allows me to set free demons and wrong but it seems right like my most favorite song.
I will always root for the underdog or the person who is never heard. Shame on the people with stitches on their ears or staples in their eyes. Don't make me want to show you how much it actually hurts.
It's funny how things work
I'm from a city that tries to make you forget your worth.
A city full of broken dreams and promises,
Guns ringing off on summer nights,
I am convinced that Pandora knows
me too well.
As I browse the list of prospective
genres, artists, and songs,
my mind analyzes and reiterates the generic
Learning acceptance of what cannot be changed,
Gaining knowledge of destruction,
Unveiling of the path which cannot be ignored,
Learning old ways which cannot be ignored,
