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who am i? what defines me? is it the amount of likes i get? the exposure of my breasts? the filters i select? does the camera do a good job of capturing my IQ?
When the phone is down and the filters are off is when you see the real me. The real me is a person with Flaws that can only be highlighted by my own self-doubt. With my filter on my real presence is esoteric, flew see what i am really made of.
Feeling much prettier when the makeup smears in, the way it expresses and defines the fine print. How confident it is to feel when long hair is added to the scalp,
Made up of one million pixels
I have green eyes And brown hair And a half hearted smile that I wear every day I could be her That beautiful girl in the magazine The slender model on the tv The woman I aspire to be