My beauty
I do not conform to female social normalities
I am overweight
I am beautiful
I have rolls when I bend over
And I am gorgeous
The lightning stretch-marks on my sides
Remind me that I am a firecracker
I have short “masculine” hair
And I am angelic
I am “curvy”
To remind myself I am exquisite
I am more than my stunning appearance
I am a musician, writer, a dreamer
A dreamer of things
A dreamer that one day girls will be held up and told
“You are a perfection the way you are
And don’t you dare change for anyone but yourself.”
Us girls don’t get told often enough
That you are you
And that is what makes you flawless
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