I work it
These dark curls perfectly balanced and crazy in the morning
I work it
These thunder thighs with the matching booty add some skinny jeans
Trust me, I work it
These wide shoulders and toned arms
If I find a perfect strapless dress, then you know I work it
These forever chlorine scented hands and half painted nails
Some might say, I work it
Go ahead and judge me and try to belittle me
But when I look in a mirror and notice all these things about myself, I feel beautiful
Because I work it.
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