the inevitable nightmare
that plague your mind
are the flaws that stay plastered onto
your features as you are spoon fed ideas of beauty.
and you are reminded
that self-hatred is the only
normalcy in this world
and you do not hesitate
to point your deformities
in a flurry of insecurity,
a tsunami of picture perfect concepts that drowns your thoughts with
false ideas of beauty
as you cry out your imperfections
in lousy efforts to erase them.
the meaningless words
defining our skin
deafen the voices shouting
"you're wonderful"
and you are forced into believing
that skinny legs are the ideal traits of
being beautiful.
but the skin we thrive in will wilt
as flowers do in winter
and the flaws you tried so hard
to escape
will wrinkle into a nothingness.
and the petty thoughts
and regrets that
remained carved into the inescapable
walls of your mind
will deteriorate as quickly as they were
forced into your soul.
you are something that cannot
be expressed in numbers
or words.
because you are beyond any thought of loveliness conceived by
society do not compare to
your brilliant eyes
and wildfire smiles.
you are wonderful.
