The Beauty of Sweats

Yogas, jeans, leggings,

could they be any tighter?

I wear the sweats,

I am a fighter.

But don't call me flawless,

flaws make people real.

Concealing my body,

I never reveal.

It's the beauty of a soul,

not your body's intention.

Don’t look at me,

like I am less than a three dimension.

I have a soul,

and a personality of great might.

I wear the sweats,

I put up a fight.

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