Healing

She told me I didn’t need makeup;

Little did she know

All he ever used to tell me was

How I would never put enough on,

That I could not be feminine

Without a layer of suffocation.

And just for that moment,

I embraced my flawed skin,

Rough, but real.

She made me feel

Like I was worth loving again.

 

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Author: Kalia Attal

I am an aspiring investigative journalist with a single dream: to save the world. It may seem impossible, but I believe knowledge promotes tolerance, and tolerance breeds empathy, kindness, and compassion. Love is the cure for Earth's cancer.

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