why do we care about the number a scale gives?
why do we care about what people think of our body?
why do we ask: 'what will people think?'
why can't we just be happy for each other and let everyone be themselves?
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(no) roses.
Poetrywelcome to a part of my life where i describe how i felt at a moment.. where i tell my private moments, when i was happy or sad, confident or insecure. i will tell you everything and be an open book.
