Thoughts in Bold Ink

Reality Check

I look forward to the days

When I wake up and feel...beautiful

I mean, just as I am

Without manipulation

Sometimes followed by frustration

On those days where I'm just not "feeling it"

What is "it", anyway?

This thing that seems to be every woman's desire

And I'm not talking about a fine man

But the fine woman within every woman

That every woman strives to be

But seems to have no idea how to be her

Discontentment sweeps the female nation

And insecurity-inflation leads to over-manipulation

Now you walk down the streets

And what you see is never what you get

And what you need in order to be what you want others to see

Never lasts long

I pray for the day

When women toss their distorted mirrors

And stop giving a damn

I look forward to the days when I wake up

And feel like the beautiful woman I always was.