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Individual

Red carpet majestically floating before me.
The critiquing stares as brazen as the sea.
For my curves weren’t just right,
And my dress wasn’t oh so very tight.
Shall I diet, I asked myself?
Will I abandon all of my self value and wealth?
I could step to the left, or veer to the right.
Either way, I’d be diminishing into that crowd, and slipping away from my spotlight.
It’s who I am, what I do.
I don’t care if it challenges you.
I’ve chosen my path,
And no, not the one leading to a conformist’s wrath.
I love this spotlight, the admiring stares.
Because I’m a woman, an individual, and exceedingly rare.





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