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You stand in front of the mirror,
point out each flaw printed on your beautiful body.
Your eyes shut, breathing steadily
to stop the voices from poisoning your mind.
You say you have thunder thighs;
That if they were smaller you'd be better, you'd be noticed.
I say you're lucky.
Thunder is powerful, bringing man weeping to his knees.
You say your stomach covers your beauty
I say no, you're just blind to see the beauty.
You cringe at the sight of your stretch marks.
You are a piece of art
Those are the extra lines you needed when you were made
to become as beautiful as you are now.
Remember, we are stitched with flaws and insecurities
but each stitch is perfect.

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