Oh my, how beautiful you are! They say, smiling sweetly.
I answer with a simple thank you, flashing a smile because
It's not true right?
I am not beautiful.
To society, I am a 'before' person in an advertisement before they turn into a perfect person.
I have looked a million times in the mirror late at night, asking myself
How do I look beautiful?
How do I look beautiful when all I see are my pimples that look like constellations, chapped pale lips, tangled hair, and a body that shouts, "I've totally been binge eating."
I am nothing but a person who does everything the way society wants to because
Welcome to our society.
We get judged for the way we look, the way we dress, the music we listen to, how you act, and God knows what.
They tell you be unique, but why is it that you'll be considered an outcast for doing something different from people who get praised
because of their existence?
I need to fit in.
And to do so,
I will take every criticization about me- big or small- and turn myself into what they call an ideal person.
I will make sure every little imperfection I have will be gone as soon as possible because
I want to be enough.
But I'm not enough.
And i will never be.
Welcome to society.
We hope you enjoy your stay.
Please, feel free to be yourself, as long as it's in the right way.
And make sure to love your body, but not too much or we'll tear you down.
Go ahead and be yourself, but we'll have to control you with certain things.
And one more rule, now that you're here,
Always listen to the mirror, for the things they say are always right.
Oh my, you look horrifying, they say, with disgust in their eyes.
I answer with a simple thank you, giving them a wide smile because
It's not true, right?
I am beautiful.
To me, I am a person who doesn't need to change for others to like me.
I have looked at myself in the mirror every morning, telling myself,
I am beautiful.
I am beautiful even if I have flaws on my face, an imperfect body, an average voice, and whatever makes me the person I am.
I am like no other teenager, trying to accept myself because I know this is my body.
I only have one life to live, one body to be in and control, and my own mind.
I am enough.
I will not care if people judge me for the way I look, the way I dress, the music I listen to, the way I act, and God knows what else.
I am sugar and will not be mistaken for salt.
I am a beautiful flower blooming under the sun.
I am a beautiful painting at an art museum
I was made this way for a reason,
I am me.
And although I may bring myself down at times, I will always know that I have the power to do anything, if I just believe in myself.
And lastly,
I was told to love myself
Because I am the only person that will stay by my side forever.
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7-17-19
1:34 am
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