Am I Still Pretty? / Filterless Queen
Am I still pretty without the Valencia filter I use?
Am I still pretty if you take away the edits that make my skin tone two shades lighter?
Am I still pretty if I went without the things that you people say I abuse?
Capturing nearly 50 selfies,
Trying to perfect each and every one
Looking at the camera, seeing an angry reflection of the person i've become.
This isn't me.
This isn't who I was set out to be.
I was raised to love myself, for me and for every imperfection.
To accept, and love myself without rejection.
These likes and comments no longer mean anything to me.
I mean, I'm still just a teen.
But one day, I hope to scroll down my timeline and
admire myself as the filterless queen.
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