That it was even a step I could reach
My cheeks too round
My body type too full
My eyes too kind
Everything at the wrong end of “pretty”
I need to stop wanting it so badly
Seeking approval from strangers
Hoping to equal people I’ll never meet
That will never care to glance towards me
Truly—neither will I
For they will never be the likes of mine
I need to tend to these wounds
Raw since originally crafted
Every movie a confirmation of my “not beauty”
Every diet forcing me to digest an ugly truth
I am not perfect
Nor do I want to be
I am wrong in all the right ways
Built to be strong from broken bones, bruised egos, and questioning brows
I am no beauty, I am no beast
I am truly magnificently me.
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