Beauty is within


Chills
They creep down my spine like spiders
My fingers are numb
It’s not winter

The body doesn’t have fuel
It can barely move
I get up I eat an apple
I can get over this

In a place like this appearance matters
Your nose is to big
Your waist is to small or not small enough
Beauty is impossible

Your never going to be perfect to everyone
You should spend your time being happy
Not focused on numbers or the shape of your nose
You can’t control everything
Someone else is always going to be prettier
So why not be yourself
So why not be pretty in your own way
The beauty we all have is within

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