I put on my make up,
and paint on my face.
Cover all marks,
covered without a trace.
I squeeze in my clothes,
and adjust for the size.
I hate to sit down
'cuz they'll squeeze my thighs
I plaster a smile
on my painted on face
and respontd to the jerks
with elegant grace
Iam beautiful
in the eyes of all.
I'm not too big
and I'm not too small
My fake face
and uncomfortable clothes
make me so beautiful,
for everyone knows...
In today's hectic world
what's important is beauty,
who cares about what's real!
Just paint on your identity!
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I would like to translate this poem
Wow.really beyond the common teenage girl's perception of beauty.you said it.beauty lies in the eyes of beholders, you should know.