Cheers 🥂

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Cheers to being comfortable in your own skin

Cheers to those stretch marks that identify growth and gain 

Cheers to that uneven skintone that makes you human and not a mannequin

Cheers to those pimples that give you a red flush and ensures that there is blood flowing in your veins 

Cheers to that crooked smile which makes it even more real than it already is

Cheers to those hidden and unhidden scars holding sweet sour and bitter memories 

Cheers to those dark circles that remind you of sleepless nights of hardwork 

And a great round of applause for that feeling of anxiety and uneasiness that makes you feel your heart in your chest

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