Masks

January 13, 2015

Behind all the filters,

my pictures hold natural beauty.

Behind the makeup and touch-ups,

I have freckles that engulf my face.

Behind the smiles,

I hold back years worth of overcome struggles

Behind the corrections and edits,

I have flaws.

Behind the mask of what we call social media,

I am an average, yet beautiful, redheaded teenage girl.

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