I love who I am

March 3, 2015

I love the things most people hate about themselves.

Skimming through magazines, putting my true beauty on a shelf.

Wishing I looked like Kim Kardashian, or Beyonce,

Doesn't anyone realize this is the wrong way?

I love the way I laugh and my left eye gets smaller than the right.

I love that I am 5'6 and can ride any roller coasters, that I don't have to worry about my height.

I love the freckles that stretch over my face like stars in the galaxy,

I love that I don't need to wear makeup, I feel like a majesty.

I love who I am, and I love who I have become.

I feel so lucky to think so highly of myself, unlike some.

I don't need Nashville, or the 1977 filter to hide my imperfections,

I see my true beauty every time I see my reflection.

I love who I am.

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