We al have those days
When your outfit is good, just glitters
Then when looking in the mirror
You're surrounded by their whispers
Hearing voices passing by
,, Chubby face is not in style "
As you're walking through the market
You're enthralled by all the clothing
What a shame they're made for girls
With the perfect body, goals!
You can't look, neither to touch
You can't wet their dress with drops
Bring with u an old umbrella
So they'll have something to stare at
Maybe something nude, no shimmer
,, Girls like u don't have to glitter "
But their words won't ever trigger
She made sure the tomb is hidden
Letting go of all the thoughts
The way she did when she was lost
Without a shame she'll buy the dress
,, 16 I guess"
She's more powerful than expected
And she'll walk away with grace
Showing off her chubby face
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