Siting on my knees folding a table of t-shirts. Daydreaming away, while guests walk on by. They only notice me when then need to find something in the store. A women with her kids looks though my table I just fold, as her kids pick up every shirt I folded. looks at me, and smile and say job security and walks away. Teenagers whispering as they see me. I look up at them, they all began to laugh at me. They see in me a obese women.... A nobody. But that not true. I am me. And no one will ever change that
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sippa
06:24 Sep 06 2017
beauty is in the eye of the beholder, and those with eyes will see your beauty. im glad you can too.
RedMoonsEcho
07:06 Sep 08 2017
Beauty isnt what you look like its who you are inside
XxElviscatxX
22:09 Jun 02 2018
the ugly ones are those that laugh at you.it is not about the outside flesh, that is an illusion.it is about who we are on the inside.loving one another is what were here too learn about.they are blind too there own sins.we are all equal we are living souls or spirits the only reality.Namaste