Adding on to my last chapter... I wrote this. Let me know what y'all think.
I look in the mirror and ask if that's really me. I look down at the scar that runs down my chest, the scar that saved my life. I ask if that is always going to be apart of me. I look at my crooked smile where my bottom lip comes up too much and my eyes squint. I look at my body and see everything except for what I want. I look on the internet and see the models who see everything they want. The ones who look at me in disgust. I look at the loves of my life and for a split second I believe they actually love me, but then I realize, I'm nothing. So, once again, I look in the mirror. I look at everything about me. Every mark that defines me. I grab my makeup bag and paint the picture of who I want to be. Unfortunately, the makeup doesn't go on my face. It goes on my scars. All of them. But don't think you have everybody fooled. The mirror sees everything.
If you guys didn't know. I had open heart surgery when I was 3 so that's the big scar that saved my life. Just to clear that up. Make sure to comment and vote. Stay Beautiful my loves!
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Blake Gray Imagines
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