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Growing up I didn't accept


Growing up I didn't accept the person I was

I felt as if I was constantly being jugde and put down by the people around me

Because of who I appeared to be

I've been constantly called

Fat

Ugly

Weird

Annoying

Stupid

Crazy

And the sad part I believed it.

I let people push me to the point where I felt I were these things and I'll be nothing more than those things

I let the jugdement of what people thought of me

Detemine who I became to be

I constantly told myself that I will never be accepted because I didn't have the ideal body

Or I didn't look like the people I saw everyday

I knew in the back of my mind that I will never be accepted

But you know what

How can I expect

People to stop judging me

If I can't learn to be happy with who I am than nobdy can

So you know what

If you can't accept me 

Than I can't accept you

Because you are unaccepting

And that's unacceptable

I'm tired 

I'm tired of letting people detemine

How I want to look

I'm tired of letting people detemine

What I want to wear

I'm tired of letting people detemine 

How I want to live my life

I'm tired of leting people

Determine

Who

I

Am

And don't think because I'm fat 

I'm insercure

Because I don't look like a model

That I'm insercure

Because I don't have the niceiest clothes like everybody else

I'm insercure

Because I am not insercure

I know I am beautiful

I know I am unique

You will never in your life

Find somebody else like me

Because honey I am 

One of a kind

Dr. Pepper

I will nolonger listen to the people 

In my ear telling me

Who I should be

I will nolonger live my life under fear 

Because I';m scared of what people think of me

Who cares if people think I'm fat, or wierd, or ugly

Maybe I like being fat

Maybe I like being wierd

Maybe I like the way I look

Maybe I like the way I talk

The way I walk

The way present myself

Maybe I like the person I am

Becoming

All my life I been running Away from the person I am

It's about time I start

Facing myself

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