Barbie
I'm no Barbie.
But I Thought I
Should be.
Compared myself
To girls of the Barbie
standard.
Hurt myself
Thinking all about
'perfection'.
I look in the mirror,
make eye contact
with myself.
Blue-Green eyes
White Blonde hair
Porcelain skin.
I Think,
I'm talented,
An Artist and a Writer.
Shy but brave.
Nice but tough.
Strong.
My own perfection.
So I say,
"Fuck it."
I'm damn cute.
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