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Self -Hate

I know why people bleach their skin, acceptance Can you imagine looking in a mirror and hating your own reflection All you see is an ugly man You wake up every day and nothing ever changes, self-hate is a cruel thing. Society gives you a description of beauty and you don't see that in your mirror...your black skin and the body you're in becomes your silent grave because self-hate destroys the inner man Bleaching your skin fade away your identity of ugly ...the lighter you are the better you look to humanity. The truth is we all want to be a size 6 and look like Beyoncé...isn't that what civilization say is perfect beauty. We are our own enemies. We all need to value who we are, don’t change how we look to measure up to anyone...Your skin or body size should never be a definition of self-value, celebrate how you were made.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2016




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