#NoFilter
No Filter
Freckles and high cheek bones.
That's all I see.
Bright blue eyes and long, dark eyelashes
looking back at me.
A large, white smile after my braces come off.
Finally!
I'm feeling good!
My smile is genuine.
I am becoming more and more
comfortable in my own skin and
I love it!
I don't need a filter nor
do I need to tilt my iPhone just so.
I am happy with who I am, and a
filter will not capture my true essance.
I am no longer afraid of the way my freckles and cheeks
look in pictures.
I focus on my eyes, seeing happiness fill them
to the brim.
I do not need a filter to show others who I truly am.
I am finally happy with no filter.
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