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today, i woke up with some tiny stars in the edges of my eyes and dried sweetness near my mouth and faced the mirror with a huge smile, not because i feel pretty today but because i feel true.
i woke up without those magical powders i bought from forest fairies and the pink liquid Aphrodite gave me which can turn my lips kissable. and yes, i don't look the way people see me when i go out to the wilderness. shh, they never saw my bare face.
today, i feel so... me. i feel so real and beautiful without those things that would let my blood show my grandmother's royalty, those things they believed that would make someone beautiful.
and today, i just realized that i don't need Medusa's hairbrush, Aphrodite's lipstick, nor some fairies' colorful powders because in the first place, those won't add my confidence permanently. it will just appear that i am lacking of the so-called beauty but the truth is, i lack in nothing.
i have the thing that cleanses me to help me look radiant and shine as those stars do, i simply have my smile so what would i wish more? i am merely pretty.
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PoetryWe all have pain inside us, inside those softhearted yet tough hearts and it's on us on how to express it, how to ease it, and how to control it. Painters grab their brushes to express. Singers grab their microphones to express. Dancers grab their s...
