Drowning Thoughts

154. No doubt

She was flawless.

Her beautiful caramel brown hair bounces and dances to the slight breeze as she walks.

Her russet brown eyes were the light of the universe, the most beautiful pair of irises I've ever seen. Like Medusa, if you looked at her eyes you'll turn into stone. Your heart will to be precise. It'll turn to stone out of jealously and envy. Such beauty.

Her smile is the perfect curve followed by perfectly straight pearl white teeth. I can see why does she love to smile. Whenever she does, it spends a electrifying spark to anyone that sees it. You'll immediately fall in love with that smile of hers.

Her skin, as smooth as a baby's bottom and as clear as water. What is acne? What are pimples? Do they exist in her dictionary?

Her lips tastes like caramel, sugar and everything sweet. She spoke sugar words and mesmerised everyone with her sweet talk.

I'm trying to stay sane but I can't face myself in the mirror. I don't fit in. I'm not flawless. I'm not perfect.

"I wish I was like her. She was gold on the outside but my gold lies inside where no one would ever bother to look."
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This is for those who suffered from society's standards of beauty. Those who felt very insecure. Those who hated their flaws. Those who wished to look like someone. This is dedicated to you. I wanted to try something new so here it is. :-)