Self Love

Smooth skin, made up face, forced smile.

Perfect body.

Why should I conform to society's standards?

My leg hair has grown, my face is bare, my smile is natural.

My body is imperfect.

And I love it.

I love being different.

I don't care how many people look at me.

I am beautiful.

And I love myself.

This poem is about: 
Me

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