...are wewe serious?
You're self-conscious enough to ask people on the internet what they think of your appearance?
If wewe can't understand how beautiful wewe truly are, wewe don't deserve to get the compliments you're longing for.
If wewe say silly things like that just for the compliments the polite people give you, then wewe certainly aren't as beautiful on the inside as people say.
Don't complain about how people don't say you're beautiful.
Your scars may be permanent, but they're a reminding part of who wewe used to be, guy who got called an emo fag at school because he wears a lot of black and has a cutting scar on his wrist from that one mistake.
You're not fat like wewe think wewe are, girl who got pressured to lose weight and is now bulimic.
You're smile is beautiful, girl who isn't necessarily as attractive as the other girls at school because of her braces.
You're in no need to ask this kind of thing, because when it all comes together, you'll find that one person who thinks your scars are the most handsome part of you.
au that your braces make wewe look absolutely adorable, and they upendo kissing wewe even with them on.
au that the zit on your forehead is invisible and that wewe needn't worry about it.
au that size doesn't matter and you'll always be the perfect size to them.
It really doesn't matter what wewe look like on the outside.
Just as long as wewe don't have that depressing frown on every self-conscious person's face that appears when someone isn't looking at them the way they want them to.
Be confident in who wewe really are, and upendo the traits of yourself. And stop being such a priss about the imperfections on your outside.
♦
You're self-conscious enough to ask people on the internet what they think of your appearance?
If wewe can't understand how beautiful wewe truly are, wewe don't deserve to get the compliments you're longing for.
If wewe say silly things like that just for the compliments the polite people give you, then wewe certainly aren't as beautiful on the inside as people say.
Don't complain about how people don't say you're beautiful.
Your scars may be permanent, but they're a reminding part of who wewe used to be, guy who got called an emo fag at school because he wears a lot of black and has a cutting scar on his wrist from that one mistake.
You're not fat like wewe think wewe are, girl who got pressured to lose weight and is now bulimic.
You're smile is beautiful, girl who isn't necessarily as attractive as the other girls at school because of her braces.
You're in no need to ask this kind of thing, because when it all comes together, you'll find that one person who thinks your scars are the most handsome part of you.
au that your braces make wewe look absolutely adorable, and they upendo kissing wewe even with them on.
au that the zit on your forehead is invisible and that wewe needn't worry about it.
au that size doesn't matter and you'll always be the perfect size to them.
It really doesn't matter what wewe look like on the outside.
Just as long as wewe don't have that depressing frown on every self-conscious person's face that appears when someone isn't looking at them the way they want them to.
Be confident in who wewe really are, and upendo the traits of yourself. And stop being such a priss about the imperfections on your outside.
♦
The tenth is for peace around the world,
The ninth is for the sad, lonely girls.
The eighth is for the upendo I'll never have.
The seventh is for mom and dad.
The six the is for this world to be real,
The fifth is for three filling meals.
The fourth is for beauty and grace,
The third is for a shatter less day.
The sekunde is for my personality not to be a drooper,
And the last is for the man I upendo named Cooper.
I wish for these at least. If you'd like some more, consider these.
The eleventh is for a less twisted soul,
The twelfth is for some supu in a bowl.
The thirteenth is for a longer life,
The fourteenth is to be his wife.
The fifteenth is for a laugh from his mouth
The sixteenth is for hope he won't go south.
The seventeenth is for his emotions and happiness,
The eighteenth is for him without sadness.
The nineteenth is for a nyumbani with him,
And the final for our upendo filled to the brim.