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You are the power, the light inside the moon, Be who you want to be, the world is already doomed. Let the fire rise inside your body, mind and in your soul, Live while you are young
Looking in the mirror, my skin leaves a message. It provides internal and external feelings, about my life, what it has offered and what is to come. Living for fifteen years, has shown me a part of who I am.
Dear Me, It doesn't matter what you say, you don't know me I don't even know me...well I'm still trying to figure me out And yes I have flaws but name a person who doesn't. Not you. And certainly not I.
I have not always loved myself. My hips are too big, my eyes are too small, my skin is too uneven, my thighs are too meaty, my hair is too curly, my teeth are too crooked,
"Hey, guess what I heard" started it all, It wasn't meant to hurt but It did... I didn't know it would Turn out this way. "I heard she's a slut!" filled the air That we all breathed in and