I look at my reflection,
and I fix my messy hair,
I brush it soft under the light.
I dress in my clothes,
and put on my makeup,
putting on my face for the day.
And still I think, wow,
and i do not always see,
the beauty in me.
And this camera does show,
how good I can look,
with these distortions upon me.
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