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The camera flashes,
The studio lights
Illuminate my face
As I pose,
The fan blowing my hair
Her brow is furrowed
In concentration,
Paying attention to her canvas
(Me)
Changing my poses,
Moving my hair
I no longer feel self-conscious
Of the flashing lights
And staring eyes
It is something
I have become
Accustomed to
When the lights are shut off,
The studio door closed
She shows me the pictures
That she took of me
But the girl in those pictures,
That is not me
She is beautiful,
Confident,
Brave
That is not me
It was the lighting,
The photographer,
That made me look this way
Why do we let the mirrors lie to us?
Why can we never
Believe we are beautiful,
Why can we never
See it for ourselves
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