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Curvacious


Every curve every roll, I am who I am. My body is the temple so the bigger the better. From head to toe my body is defined so whatever a hater has in mind will never be worth a dime, especially not on my time. I strut and I stroll so everyone sees my confidence; my head held high because I am a beautiful black queen and I don’t even have to be lean. I haven’t always been so confident growing up, scared to face the world with such a heavy butt, as a child I learned that I was made this way for a reason that it wasn’t just for a season when tom boys turned into Barbie’s and I still was that three letter word, fat. But I embrace my curves now becoming into my own, feeling myself; all the curves, all the rolls, I am thankful that I know who I am. I am BeYoutiFul and am curvy I am me.
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Sushi-cat
<p><span style="font-family:arial,helvetica,sans-serif;">I wish I could have as much confidence in my body as you. Nice poem</span></p>

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