NoBodyShaming
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Mirror mirror on the wall
What will be the death of us all?
She sat there making judgment of who is most fair
Where dreams come true, she lived a nightmare
She is light
Busting with colors and hues
Inviting as church pews
Ambiance that might save a few
Salvaging broken hearts
And making recycled art
She is bird
Peacock feather decor
My body is subject to pointing
out the obvious-
I have curves in odd places,
and yes I wear a size 32 jean-
but that doesn't mean I'm average.
As women we're taught our first words "diet" and "beauty"-
