Sometimes when I'm filled with disgrace,
I sit and count the flaws on my face.
Then I realized this is bad,
for all it does is make me sad
While all the other girls were pretty and witty,
I was there filled with pity.
I never looked inside of me,
Where I have all the beauty I could ever need.
We just need to persuade,
Beauty isn't how much you weigh.
It's not the size of your eyes nor the width of your thighs.
If frowning is all you ever do,
People can't see the beauty within you.

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