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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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