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Many girls are unhappy with themselves. Why. I mean, every human is diffrent. Yes, now you can say, no I really hate this thing on me. But that belongs to you. It draws you out.
#SundayRepost Her lips aren't red as roses, Her skin has marks and scars, And when I gaze into her eyes, It's not like I see stars.
#acrostic challenge [S]o, you think you're sweet. You think you're [C]ute. You think you're not complete without [R]uining your life, your health, every ounce [U]tterly despised.
#OpussWeeklyChallenge My love has not the reddest lips, And there's a wideness to her hips. Her skin is ruddy, no pale hue, And she has not that shiny 'new'.
I looked myself up and down in the full length piece of glass, I did a little twirl and snuck looks as I walked past, I thought of times so long ago and asked myself why. Did I really eat that much.
Society says skinny is pretty. Skin and bones, they say it's very pretty. Long perfect hair, straight white teeth, legs that don't touch, don't look at your feet.
Don't mind them. Don't mind the guys that rate you,. Don't mind the girls that gossip behind you,. You're not their 1-10,. You're not the worthless fool they say,. You're beautiful the way you are.
Mama, mama, mama made me the way I am, my face, my eyes, someone turn me up I'm speaking my mind.
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. .
Once again came across this quote but I was going through my instagram -- Darling, open your eyes. You are not made up of those words that hurt you. Or that number on the scale.
Shaped like two ripe plums Perfect orbs of pleasure The only pair of things I own that shrivel in cold weather Each day I lather up and finger with such care In fear that I look down one day and...
Bubbles bubbles in my bath. I blow on them, them make me laugh. They fly up high above my head. I lean back into my bubbly bed. Candle flickering beside the tub. To wash my self, to rub and rub.
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.
Imperfection, Pervades our every thought. Complexion, Beauty is always sought. Affection, Travels only to the skin. Infection, Damaged looks seen as your sin. Injection, Creates a falsified you.
(Something I found on Instagram) ...who don't wake up with perfect hair. Who don't mind eating a Big Mac instead of a salad. Who don't wear 50 pounds of makeup.
Her lips aren't red as roses, Her skin has marks and scars, And when I gaze into her eyes, It's not like I see stars.
Aren't breasts wonderful. Large or small. Perfectly designed. I love them all. Bangers,knockers, jugs. Boobies, funbags and thrup'ny bits. There are many names for bosoms.
I like my hair, I love my smile, I love my dimple, I like my lips, I like my height, I like being petite sized, (wait didn't I just say the same thing.
This is just a little message to all those people who think they should change to please other people. If your weird, who cares. Being weird makes you unique and one of a kind.
I don't care what people say, I love food, and that's that. I don't like thinking about diets and exercise, So what, I'll get heavy and fat.
My body is a temple I pray to it each day I say "Please tits, don't go down South, Up here is where you'll stay..." "Now butt, I know it's such hard work, But don't you quit on me.
For all you curvy gals out there, A quick message to you: If you didn't know already your beauty does shine through. There's never a need to worry, About your body size.
I'm not as pretty as catalogue models. But then again I'm unique in my way. My hair may just be a dark brown but it mine. My skin isn't flawless. But then I'm adventurous.
Hi I'm Harry alot of you will skip past this opuss but I just want to tell you how special you are to me, You don't need makeup to look your best or to die your hair, god has blessed you with a hair...