My body isn't perfect. I don't walk with confidence, I get into fights with my family and friends. Some nights I would rather be by myself than out partying. I cry over the smallest things sometimes. There are days that I get through with forced smiles and fake laughs. Sometimes I try to convince myself that things are okay when they're not. I'm not ugly but I'm definitely not beautiful. I don't look as good in real life as I do in pictures. There are some nights I cry myself to sleep. I constantly chant to myself that I'm not good enough.
I'm imperfect, but I'm perfectly me.
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PoetryHey this is just a book full of quotes, poems, and rants. Some may be triggering.
