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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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