The Comfort Zone
I despised my body.
I wasn't comfortable in my own skin.
I wanted to be lighter.
I wanted to be skinner.
I didn't see the beauty within.
I didn't see my potential.
I didn't believe people when they told me I was born to be somebody.
It took some time but now I'm comfortable on my own.
I am proud to be a dark skin black girl.
I feel beautiful.
I believe in myself and I will make something of myself.
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