before I was insecure
i was young, wild, and free
but now i have standards
and they're ruining me
back before i worried
if my thighs were too big
if my hair was too short
if my clothes were too tight
if feelings would get hurt
if my shorts were too long
if my stomach was flat
if my lashes were thick
if my arms were too fat
i felt beautiful
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The Conflicted Color Pallet
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