From the color of my skin, to the texture of my hair, to the length of my strands, to the breadth of my smile, to the stride of my gait, to the span of my arms, to the depth of my bosom, to the curve of my hips, to the glow of my skin,
It cannot be denied. It will not be contained. And only I will define it. For when I look in my mirror, my very soul cries out,
And so today I speak it out loud, unabashedly. I declare it anew.
Whether celebrated, imitated, exploited or denigrated. Whether natural from inside or skillfully applied,
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