Counting Doubts

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To count on both hands

how many flaws I have,

but to see it adds up to more than 6, 

you must be mistaken.

Then I realize, 

it is not my flaws that are counted,

no it is the flaws that society,

claims I must have. 

Too fat, too short, too pale and too ugly,

is what i hear,

it is what many hear,

but i have opened my eyes as society keeps theirs closed.

My only flaw was believing that I had any,

I am beautiful the way i am,

you are beautiful the way you are,

We are flawless,

I am flawless.

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