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Suddenly i am conceited if i choose to recognize my own beauty suddenly i am no longer humble, i am no longer delicate. if others choose to view me, stare at my features, absorb my face. They are artists.
Ugly, repulsive, boring, plain Is what we believe others see in us. But through filters there is nothing we gain, It’s our own mind that creates such a fuss. Take away the photoshop and filter,
Looking in the mirror you'll see something that naturally I think is horific, cheeks too wide, mouth too small, eyes although pretty in color are not big enough to stand out.
How can I tell you who I am? Through the snap of a single square. It is hard enough when face to face, Look closer if you dare. How can I show you who I am? With a simple crooked smile.
More contrast here A bit of saturation there Is this an interesting way to stare? What’s the correct stance for a bathroom pose? Does this shirt convey my knack for prose? It’s up to followers I suppose
I see me one way. You see me another way. You see me: Short with brown hair, Thick in the legs but perfectly shaped body, A face of an angel, Pretty brown eyes and soft brown skin,
What you see What it is behind it all.