Self Love
Yeah, I might be a princess.
Heir to the throne.
But I don’t wear a fancy dress,
Or a crown..
I simply wear my own clothes,
Do my hair how I want,
I can tell you one thing for sure.
I don’t make my face pretty for anyone but myself.
I have a little bit of chub, but I will tell you one thing…
I definitely don’t force myself to fit into any of those tiny corsets.
I am not searching for a prince.
I am working on myself and my career.
I am actively practicing Self Love.
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