watercolor thoughts [completed]

vii | b e a u t i f u l ?

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she said she wasn't 

beautiful, 

but what is beautiful

anyway? 

she cries every time she 

catches a glimpse of herself 

in the mirror and

she says she isn't beautiful, 

but what is beautiful 

anyway? 

those skinny, plastic-looking girls

flashing their skin and 

flaunting their curves, 

and smashing makeup all over their skin

(they're fake, 

beautiful girl, 

they're fakes

but)

are the ones everyone praises as 

beautiful, 

and they say you're not beautiful, 

and they must be right if they say so, 

but what is

beautiful? 

she eats because she's hungry 

and can't stop because it tastes

so good and so delicious 

but she pinches

the layers of fat and the lines on her stomach

and wishes it away.

when you're fat, 

you're immediately marked as ugly, 

stripped away of her person-hood

and how could she be beautiful 

but what is beautiful 

anyway? 

she takes a look on the usual magazines

and the covers show skinny, perfect 

models with gaps between their thighs 

and she looks down at herself 

and breaks the mirror, shatters it 

and why is it that if you're 

not beautiful, 

no one cares, 

why has it become beauty 

the most important role women 

must fulfill, 

why has being beautiful 

the currency around the world? 

why is the definition of a woman:

must be beautiful, if not, you're

worth nothing,  

why can't she look like those

covers with smiling, perfect beautiful 

women and she isn't beautiful, 

but what is beautiful 

anyway? 

she can see those judging stares,

like mirror shards piercing through her arms, 

and she can feel them, you know, and

when was being not beautiful 

a crime? 

and she cries in front of the cracked mirror

because she isn't beautiful, 

and what is beautiful 

anyway? 

and then she starves herself, doesn't eat 

anything for days and days and weeks and weeks 

and she must be beautiful now, 

she can flash her skin and flaunt her curves 

but it's not enough, it's not enough, 

and she starves herself some more

but she's still not beautiful, 

is she destined not to be beautiful, 

but what is beautiful

anyway? 

why can't she be beautiful, 

why can't she be beautiful, 

why can't she be beautiful . . . 

and she tries so hard to become 

a work of art like everyone else

but they just keep telling her 

why aren't you beautiful yet?

what is beautiful anyway? 

be beautiful 

already, 

hurry up, 

you ugly, 

be beautiful already 

and ugly has never hurt so much, 

if she were beautiful 

she wouldn't hurt so much. 

she must be beautiful. 

she must be beautiful, 

and she asks herself what beautiful 

means anyways but it doesn't matter anyway,

because if you're not beautiful 

you're nothing. 

( a / n ) : you are beautiful, okay? you are beautiful and you're beautiful in all ways, always.