U.G.L.Y
Without the filters, all my imperfections are shown, lain across a wide range of different opinions.
Some are ugly, just plain ugly. There are so many things to hate about the way I look.
I edit my selfies for a reason, to hide the ugly away from people I don't know.
Though it is nice to take off the makeup once in a while. It's nice to get away.
My iconic baby blue eyes everyone falls for, those are the only things that don't need a filter.
My eyes are beautiful even without the makeup and filters.
My dimples, I'd never give anything up for those.
My friends think I'm pretty, and beautiful or gorgeous.
I don't see it, basically my selfies without filters are ugly. My acne, my freckles, scars are what make me ugly.
There's a level of comfort when I have finished adding another filter or edited my facial imperfections.
Maybe one day, someone somewhere will show me I don't need those things to be perfect.
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