I know please don't tell me
I have heard it one hundred times, I am done
I look in the mirror every day
And trust me when I say
I can see it
I know my skin is not perfectly smooth
I know I have acne
I know I am not perfect
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I might not be perfect but, (poem, kind of)
PoetryI know I am not perfect, so why do you have to keep telling me? This is about some of the struggles of being a girl like well me I know I am not perfect, but I still love myself, and if you don't please read on (I Also do not own any of the art on...