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You know what pisses me off. People who judge. Oh, You like girls. Cool. You like guys too, Awesome. You don't like Botdf, Aces. You love them. Even better. You are bigger, Amazing.
We live in a world where people are scared to be themselves, girls try and be someone they aren’t, guys beat the crap out of someone because he’s not the same, and gay people can’t be open about...
Looking in the mirror, what do I see.
Dear Victim, You are beautiful. you are stunning and lovable. You are honest and true!…. and haters are not. They are jealous, mean, insecure, and cowards for picking on you.
Has one swear in it.
Come on everyone, Come and see, Come and have a look, At me. There she is. The one your looking for, The girl who's, different, Misunderstood, But most of all, True to who she is.
I'm not the best at writting. I'm not the best with words. My English teacher says I'm no good. Unlike the other nerds. I try to phrase a sentence. I misspell loads of words.
Stare at me, eyes fixed on my body, My face observed by souls. Judge me, judge me like a book, I haven't reached your stupid goals.
Will you show me your beautiful scars. Cause they're what makes you who you are. I don't care about what you've done. What's past is past, and dead and gone. You need not to struggle alone my dear.
I know I'm not beautiful, But I'm slightly pretty. I know I'm not slim, But can I say I'm not fat. I know I'm not totally up to date, But I like vintage. I know I'm different, But you are all the...
We all think in a different way. Have different things we want to say. Some are quiet, whilst others shout. The quiet ones are no less, thought about.
Mama, mama, mama made me the way I am, my face, my eyes, someone turn me up I'm speaking my mind.
Maybe one day I'll be famous. Maybe one day I'll be popular. Maybe one day I'll have a friend. Maybe one day I'll know someone who will like me for me.
I look at their brown tanned skin, Their bleach blonde hair. I look at their bright white teeth, Their faces so fair. I looked at their heavy eyelashed eyes, Their plump, soft lips.
Look in the mirror, look at it now You've grown from a positive child to a negative teen, how.
Now I'm a grown up 39 year old I feel it's time some truths were told I don't care if greying hair looks distinguished. I don't want my libido to ever be extinguished.
Beauty is found in all shapes as forms,. What isn't beautiful is people trying to conform,. To the latest stereotypes,. The media hype,. Size zero models with no woman about them,.
Sometimes I wonder .. We all wonder .. Why am I different. Why does everyone hate on me for being different. Am I not good enough. I know I am different, but I don't know why.
See iGot tired of being lied to so iSold my television. Why. Because I'm just a woman like you, with imperfections. . . Yes stretch marks run down my thighs and buttocks. .
There was a little penguin Whose dream was to fly All the other birds do it Tell me, why can't I.
Can't we just be happy with who we are. Those with straight hair want curly. Those with curly hair want straight. Those with brown eyes want blue. Those with blue eyes want brown.
We've never met, But you're a regret Etched into my heart; A wish to fix you, Though I don't think You are even broken, If I could see you I'd Kiss the scars better, Make your damaged body Carefree...
I get told that I have "good" hair because of its texture and length etc... Now I think I'm supposed to gush pleasure at these compliments but to be honest it kind of annoys me.
Eyes, not quite a midnight hue, A blur of many shades of blue, This smile really isn't sweet, And, yes, there's scratches on these feet.