Me
I'm not a size 2Sorry that i wasn't born the way you wanted me too
But the fact is
I like my hair , my lips , my waist , my hips
if you don't like how i look then please turn away
no one asked for your negative judgement
i may not be your image of "perfection"
your image of perfection is a dolled up , make up-fied brainless zombie that struts her stuff in a tight shirt , short skirt , and one that likes to flirt
my opinion of your image of perfection is about as stereotypical as they get
Sorry if this surprises you ,
but i love my hair , my lips , my waist , my hips
i love myself from my head to toes
not to sound narcissistic
But i love myself , all that i am
my mind , from the way i like to grind
you may not love how i look ,
who i am , what i will be
but i don't care your opinion
what matters the most is
what i think of me
of i
because at the end of the day ,
i'm not lookin' at you in my mirror
i'm lookin' at me
wide hips , full lips ,
a girl that is super clumsy and always trips
so you may take your negative opinion of me
and throw it into the ocean
let it sink , and watch an extinct megalodon eat it
because i'm not lookin' at you in my mirror
i'm lookin' at me
with my wide hips , full lips ,
pierced ears , highlighted hair
a girl that finally learned how to stand on her own
because i'm lookin' in the mirror and
i had to check twice , because
i saw a different girl this time around
I didn't see the girl who was reachin' to hold onto someone's hand
i saw the girl that was ready to take on the world
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