self confidence and beauty
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An apple
Sweet
Or sour
Turns into applesauce
To make an
Even better treat
And even if
Those sour apples
I will not be forgotten.
I will not be lost to time.
I will not be an obscure fact.
My life will not be a statistic,
I will not be one in ten,
I will be one in a million,
One in a billion.
It goes unseen by herself.
To everyone around it's obvious
But she can't see it.
Some people are envious of it,
Others hate her for it,
And a few,
Oh society....have I got a message for you, You with your standards, you with your "too much this" and "too little that". I'm tired of following your made up rules. Size 2 doesn't have to be the exact definition of beauty.
