I am me
Blue eyes
Blonde hair
White skin
Those will never be covered up because those are on the outside
It’s what makes me, me
Insecurities, anxiety, eating disorders
No one is perfect but I am ready to break free
NO need for visual affects
NO need for additional addictive additives
NO need to hide
I will say NO to unreal
That takes away what is truly me
The world around us is covered by massive media manipulation
Plastic celebrities
Puppet masters controlling the public
Distorted female images
That is no longer me
I am raw
I have become free
Blue eyes!
Blonde hair!
White skin!
I am proud
IT’S WHAT MAKE ME, ME
Anorexia, Anxiety, Loneliness
I will no longer worry about my size, my shape, my image
I am finally free
That will never be taken away
I know who I am.
I know.
What makes me, me
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