you tell me that I'm just another pretty face
another misused washed up disgrace.
You say that image is everything
And I say that your words are just bee stings
On the confidence, I used to flaunt.
Brush my hair, fix my teeth
Can't walk straight, cuz' something's wrong with my feet.
Eventually, I'll lose my confidence.
I'll begin to obsess about my weight and my image.
And happiness will seem like a distant privilege.
Yet everything I do never seems to be enough for you.
Dear Bully,
You're wrong.
I'm beautiful and perfect.
My teeth aren't straight, and my hair isn't shiny.
I have a bit of loose skin on my stomach,
and my stretch marks are like tiger stripes.
I'm perfect,
And you're wrong.

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Body image isn't everything.