I Tried to be Poetic

She’s never really been a classic beauty and she struggled to be okay with that.  

Her imperfections were always hard for her to ignore but with time she was able accept her natural beauty.

It wasn’t because he had convinced her she was gorgeous or because her imperfections fade away but because she had learned to love herself.

Her curves, her awkward smile, her voice, and her hair.

She realized she was always beautiful and she didn’t need anyone to agree.

She was a carefree black girl and though It wasn’t always her goal, in the end it’s the best thing that could have ever happened to her.  


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