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Nobody.


Who has the right to tell us who we are? To tell us that we need to change? To tell us that we aren't up to the standards? To tell us that we're too different? That we're undesireable. Who has the right to tell us who we need to be? Or How we need to look? Or how we need to feel? Nobody. I don't need to do anything. Nobody can tell me that I can't be me, That I can't dress a certain way That I can't eat a certain food That I can't be different. I like being different. I like the way I am. I'm beautiful and it's great I have flaws, and I know But having flaws Is what makes me flawless.
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