Free
I became free,
free of society’s standards,
free of the way school wants me to think,
free of the way people think I should look,
but most importantly,
i became free of myself.
free of the “beauty” tips my friends had taught me,
free of the hours doing my makeup until I didn’t recognize myself,
this year,
i finally became something,
i became myself.
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