I am Kiersten. 

I eat ten teryaki, chicken wings in one sitting, 

Including the Bleu Cheese dressing that sits on the side. 

I own seven pairs of sweatpants, 

One for each day of the week. 

I have an ice cold flat iron;

It still smells of new ceramic. 

I buy my mascara at Dollar General

Next to the cheap, red nail polish

And I put it on whenever I damn well please.

I wash my face with Dove Soap, 

And brush my teeth

And look in the mirror 

And I smile at myself. 

A real smile, 

Not one of those smiles that some girls make

To see if their smile is worth making.

I see a girl who loves her face and her entire being, 

I am Beautiful. 

No, I am not conceded,

I am not cocky, 

I am not broke, 

Nor am I made of money. 

I am however, rich; 

Rich in who I am. 

I am Beautiful. 

And where I stand,

And where I have been, 

Is more than I can ask for. 

I demand respect, admiration, acceptance

But I will not crumble under what all of soceity wants of me.

I will prosper through what I want from myself. 

I am Kiersten.