No Filters?

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How can you ask for no filters?

Do you think look I fake with filters?

Well yes, I do.

That's the point.

This face, this hair, this body that was deemed perfect from my genes,

are seen as plain, flat, and fat from my peers.

There was a time when I loved how I looked.

This face had these dark brown eyes, a cute nose, and lips really only meant for eating.

This hair once was able to be anyway I wanted, and it was so much fun.

This body was only a tool used for playing, working, and playing some more.

Then society thought it was a time for change.

I tried to resist but it was so hard.

How can I feel beautiful, when everyone tells me I'm not?

How can I feel good about myself, when everyone tells me I shouldn't?

How can I be me, when everyone tells me not to be?

All anyone cares about are looks.

I must put on a good amount of makeup to enhance my face.

I must find the perfect hair style, even if its uncomfortable.

I must be skinner then I already am, just to please others.

We must always look our best and make it even better with filters.

So I surrender.

I gave in to social norms.

But I don't want that.

I don't want this!

I don't to worry about how I look, what I wear, or what others think of me. 

I want to be the girl I once used to be.

That nice girl. 

Sweet girl.

Kind

Caring

Playful

Hard-Headed 

Aggressive

Confused

Courious

That girl could and would feel any emotion and be just fine.

Not this fake girl I am today.

This fake girl who pretends to be happy for the on lookers,

but is actually sad when no one is around,

and angry all the time at myself for being this person I'm not.

I want 

Need

Going to be the person I want to be.

This poem is about: 
Me

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