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My skin is  unbelievably white.

My left eye is more deep-set than my right.

My body curves out more than it curves in

My past seems better than what it's actually been.

My faces becomes red if i speak aloud-

I get very nervous in front of small crowds.

There are many things I wish I hadnt done.

Ive made alot of mistakes, but I've learned from each one.

My social anxiety can not be maintained,

My hands start to shake and they can't be restrained.

Everyone is blemished; everyone flawed.

No one is perfect, not even your God.

I've accepted these things that make me unique.

Say what you want, I dont mind critique.

At the end of the day, my body is mine.

Its time for society to begin to redifine

things like 'beauty' and 'love'

because it all starts with you, and you are enough.

So there are my flaws, believe me its true.

No angle or filter will change the real you.

 

 

 

 

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