it's hard to feel beautiful
when you seem to be
the exact opposite of
everyone's definition of beauty.
it's hard to feel beautiful
when you're surrounded by
people of your own kind
who conform to
society's standards.
it's hard to feel beautiful
when all your friends
are the sun.
they are the light clouds in the sky
and you're the shadow
they cast upon the ground.
it's hard to feel beautiful
even with a fluffy halo
like an angel.
when you're surrounded by people
who have the manes of unicorns.
it's hard to feel beautiful
when their eyes are the sky
blue when sunny,
silver when snowing,
and gray when raining.
and yours are consistently
the dirt that they step on.
it's hard to feel beautiful
when you're surrounded by
dainty forest nymphs
and small woodland fairies.
and you are the big
enchanted oak.
it's hard to feel beautiful
despite how many times
you are told otherwise
you will always have these lies
in the back of your head.
saying you aren't feminine enough.
your hair isn't long enough.
it's not straight enough.
it's not curly enough.
perm.
you aren't small enough.
starve.
your hair isn't light enough.
bleach.
you aren't enough.
it's hard to feel beautiful
when you are stained black
and living in a world
where white is
the epitome of beauty.
