we are all born
so beautiful
the greatest tragedy is
being convinced we are not
not . . .
pretty enough
skinny enough
nice enough
dumb enough
where not having a thigh gap
means that you aren't worthy
and not having the perfect nose
means you should bow down and whimper, "sorry"
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Rebel Child
PoetryPoems about feminism, the world, and basically anything that comes to my head. :)
