Growing up I spent my life being told one thing.
The one thing everyone would compliment me on.
Everyone would always feel the need to tell me
"You are beautiful"
But I do not want to be beautiful.
Why would I want to be compared to societies cruel idea
That the only way to be beautiful is to be "perfection"
Why would I want to be called beautiful when the idea of beauty is just so cruel?
Why can't I be smart, why can't I be funny?
But beautiful?
Beauty gives me a sour taste in the mouth
Why do people only care about what's on the outside?
Beauty can be helping an old man across the street,
or adopting an older dog from a kill shelter
Beauty can be many things.
People associate beauty with perfected looks but
Beauty can mean the little freckles sprinkled across your face,
or the stretch marks over your body.
The scars lingering showing where you've been.
Beauty can be the tears running down your face
or the smile upon your chapped lips.
Beauty has become some poisonous idea and society has made it that way.
And my apologies if I do not want to be associated with a corrupted world of poison.
Maybe one day that sour taste will become so bittersweet and beauty will no longer be poison.
Because the truly beautiful things shouldn't be the perfections.
It should be the imperfections.
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