Skin Deep (Part One)
They are always there.
Them.
With their perfect bodies,
perfect face.
Perfect everything.
They are the type,
that can roll out of bed,
no make-up, hair a mess,
and still look perfectly stunning.
What I wouldn’t give to posses,
just even a small amount,
of their natural talent of beauty.
Even if only for
a day,
hour
or minute.
Everyone, has their vices,
This is mine:
If only I could be…
But what is Theirs?
Surely,
it isn’t to be ugly and fat.
Do their vices,
go deeper than their skin?
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