My Musings, Your Perusing

The Perfect One

We are beautiful. Embrace your beauty. It's going to last eternally.

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Walking in my school hallways
Got me wondering if I was walking right.
Did my legs look thick?
Were my butts too big to be made fun of?
What if I trip and embarrass myself?
What would people think about me?
What if I come out as a creep to them?
What if they distance themselves from me
Because I was not worth it?

Ugh. So many what ifs!
I wondered if everyone had the same questions.

Were my lips too filled up?
So much that it would bother someone
Who would want to kiss me?
Do my dark circles make me look scary?
Was my nose too broad and ugly?
Did my hair look oily?
Would anyone want to run their fingers through them?
How did all the pretty girls around me
Have flat stomachs without doing anything?
What do I do of this paunch?
Do all the guys notice it?
And maybe, don't bother to talk to me?

What if I had somewhat white skin?
Would I get oh-you-look-so-beautiful comments then?
Girls don't really come up to me to appreciate my dress
Or the way I tie my hair
Neither the guys try to hit on me
Or discuss my beauty with their squad.
Maybe I'm not that beautiful at all
Maybe I'm not worth all the sugar-talks
Maybe I'll be alone for my whole life
Maybe because I wasn't the perfect one.
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.
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.
Or
Maybe there's nothing like
Being the perfect one.
Maybe the beauty is just an illusion,
A mirage soon to be dissolved
As the sun sets.

Maybe I'm the perfect one
For the one who really deserves me
For the one who really knows my worth.
For the one who is aware of what real beauty is -
For the one who knows that all that remains at the end is a pot of ashes
Waiting to be gulped my the seas.

I conclude,
I'm the perfect one.