Me
My body is less than perfect.
My eyes are just plain brown.
My hair lacks shine and luster.
Tattooed on my face is a frown.
I finally realize that there is
No one to impress.
No reason to pay attention
to make-up hair or dress.
So what if I weigh 215 pounds?
So what if my eyes are common?
So what if my hair is coarse?
So what if my smile is hidden?
I am me.
I love me.
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