Flaws are the imperfections of a woman whose body
is the master piece of what natural beauty is.
The only thing that holds the truth of beauty from
a woman is the reflection of herself. A reflection of
what is her worst enemy. Who is the one to tell a
woman her body mass is increasing? The mind
of a woman perhaps. The thoughts from a woman.
The thoughts that eats the physical sense of an
indifferent body. A body that has no mistakes.
A body that should be accepted for its flaws.
Her flaws. The flaws that can only be seen in the
reflection of her mirror. The mirror that holds the
delusional facts of what a woman sees. The delusional
facts that develops from others who has no idea
what beauty is. Beauty that holds a woman tight.
Beauty that expresses the identification of the heart,
not the mind. The reflection that a woman sees shall
not be discouraged, nor destroyed. The only
destruction that should form is the mirror. The mirror
that holds the enemy's reflection, which is the woman.

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