Maybe I’m not hot. Maybe I’m not drop dead lungs on fire stunning; I’m not, “man, I’d fuck her,” not lingering eyes, not sighs of wanting. I’m not pretty, not “delicate,” not petite, I look weathered, not innocent, but maybe I could be some kind of beautiful. Maybe the sparks in my eyes start fires, maybe my stretchmarks, scars, map roads to my past speak things I won’t say, maybe my heart gives it away; maybe my thoughts and my mind and the words I pull out of my chest are beautiful — maybe curly, messy hair, dark circles, strong hands, maybe it’s the way I carry myself and smile at the sky. I think there’s beauty in strength, in love. I think I could be beautiful. I think I could be enough.
"Beauty / Unconventionally"
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