Beauty is pleasing.
It gives the eyes a break
From the ugliness of the world.
We look upon it
Not pressing further than the surface.
On top, on the outside,
We see only what we want to see.
Beauty is alluring.
Tempting us, drawing us in.
Once it grabs hold,
It's nearly impossible to escape
The clutches of its visually flawless hold.
It pulls us into its cushioned prison
Making it seem as though it's everything
We could ever want,
Until it slams the cage's door,
Trapping us in its alluring confines.
Because beauty is satisfying, right?
If we have beauty, we have it all...
Or so the world says to us.
If we have beauty, what more could we need?
If we have beauty, the rest of our problems will just go away,
Right?
Except that, beauty is also pain.
It pulls at us, towards its cliffs.
It threads an image into our mind,
Making us think we need to look a certain way,
Be a certain way.
"You're too fat, too skinny, too pale, too dark, too curvy, too flat. You're hair is too dull, too curly, too straight, too short, too long.
You aren't enough.
You aren't beautiful."
Beauty is suffering.
By starving yourself to be able to be skinnier.
By not being able to love yourself because you
Are not what the world defines as beauty.
By putting on a mask of physical beauty,
To cover up how broken you are.
By hiding our wrists
Because what's really going on
isn't beautiful.
Beauty is a nasty fall after a hard climb.
We are all climbing up the cliff walls.
We search for a way out,
But we see only two escapes.
Either we morph ourselves into what the world says we should be, what the world defines as beauty,
Making the painful climb to the top of the cliff,
Searching for a fulfillment that will never be there.
Or we take a harsh fall,
After climbing continuously until we cannot climb any more,
Falling back to ourselves, and what we were made to be.
Beauty is death,
For some.
For some, they don't believe they can find
Anything beautiful in themselves.
For some, they don't think they should be here,
Because they cannot see past the surface.
To them, beauty is something seen in the mirror.
To them, beauty is not what they contain within,
Its what they look like.
And they take a much nastier fall.
Beauty is within.
It is not how we look in the mirror.
It's not how pretty we are,
Or how flawless we look.
Beauty is who we are inside.
No mirrors, no cameras, nothing
Can show true beauty.
Because we don't have to look beautiful to be beautiful.
We don't have to be worldly beautiful to be truly beautiful.
Beauty is YOU.
You are not beautiful.
Beautiful is YOU.
You cannot be beautiful,
Because beautiful is you.
Beautiful is not something you can simply BE.
Beautiful is WHAT YOU ARE.
Written: 1/3/17 -midnight(ish)
