It doesnt matter.

It doesn’t matter, That I’m too skinny or have ugly feet. It doesn’t matter, That my face isn’t the prettiest. It doesn’t matter, That my chest is small I’m still a girl. It doesn’t matter, That all the boys don’t like me. It doesn’t matter that people don’t love me. It doesn’t matter that I have diabetes. What matters, Is that I still smile. What matters, Is that I know there’s beauty inside. What matters, Is I know there’s nothing wrong with me. What matters, Is their opinion doesn’t matter t me.

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