I tell myself I have to change.
I look at all those beauties on the internet.
And I feel like I need to look like that.
I feel like I need to show myself.
I feel like I need to lose weight.
I feel like I need to get plastic surgery to fix my nose.
I feel like I'm forced to wear makeup.
I just want to be liked.
I just want people to look at me and think I look pretty.
I've never heard someone tell me I look pretty.
But I've heard people talk behind my back.
"Ewww, she's ugly!"—some guy in my school.
I know I shouldn't listen to people like him.
But if I'm considered ugly by him, who else thinks of me like that?
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Ugly World: The Beauty Standard
PoetryShort poems about the beauty standard . . WARNING: this story has sensitive topics