Yes, I have blemishes on my face
Acne here and there
Of different size and stage
Spots which cover most of my cheeks
My hair is a mess
Bushy, untamed.
My stomach gets bloated
Every alternate day.
My curves resemble flats
My thighs have never cared about any gap
I can't conceal, can't contour
I prefer my sandals to heels any day
I don't try to grab attention by making silly pouts
Neither do I care about the friends list on my social account
I don't believe in sticking to gender biased roles
All men aren't creepy
Nor all woman are idols of innocence
It ain't about the bracket of gender that decides your fate
Shallowness of the societal norms
Steals away the basic humanism from crowd
The figure in your bank account can only pamper your ego
Empathy but not sympathy is what you require
To treat others as an equal
So glance into the depth of your soul
Shake your conscience
Wake it up from its slumber
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