Take a scissor and cut the extra pieces of my body,
because there's too much excess flesh,
All it is is comparing,
seeing who has better curves or the better smile,
who has more likes or the number of comments she has,
why can't we trade places,
scrolling through their comments thinking,
why is no one telling me I'm pretty,
the only point in the poison of social media today,
is to lower yourself down,
and think you're not good enough,
that you'll never ever be beautiful, that there's no solution,
that she'll always always be prettier,
she'll always always have a better smile,
or have better teeth, better hair,
you can't compete, she's at a higher rank than you,
because of the number of followers she has,
the number only matters,
All you're truly seeing though is constant lies to the screen,
the girl you're comparing yourself to isn't in reality,
In reality, it took her one thousand tries to take that photo,
took her more and more and more and more coats of makeup,
that wasn't needed...because she was already beautiful,
we all are already beautiful,
We all think someone has to tell us,
someone has to tell you you're beautiful,
but why?
why do we need their approval
when in the end it never really mattered
anyway
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More than anyone I think I need this poem the most.
