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Real is Beautiful

 Real is Beautiful,

And it keeps me happy

Even when I

have a few pimples,

some acne scars,

bushy eyebrows, 

and multiple sunspots.

I don't lose my confidence because of any of these.

I am at total peace.

As they just reflect my age, I accept them all with grace.

I am totally comfortable in my skin.

No need for a no-makeup look effort

and the use of numerous filters.

No anxiety about not being noticed,

or crazy desire for likes from strangers.

Why should I be hiding that ?

which is natural and real.

Why should I be fake?

Being well-groomed makes sense,

But covering up my reality,

Would it not be like cheating myself?

I instead choose to accept all that is mine,

and improve upon to rise and shine.



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