Free
My hairs a mess I don't even distress of how I dress my leggings are all worn people are going to know it's all torn however I keep a smile. Because I know these people I see are only for a while I know myself and I don't have to prove it to some magazine on a shelf I am beautiful, brave, and kind
not to mention a girl with an open mind.
and that's all that matters.
Who cares if I don't match to all society's standards?
I am content of the way I look,
and I don't need to prove it to some "beauty" book,
but most of all I know I will always be
expressing myself to stay beautiful and free.
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