These words etched into our minds
What is beauty?
Throughout my childhood it was the only thing I wanted
It's the only thing anyone wants
Deep down
We all want the attention
But what happens when it can't be achieved?
How does one define beauty?
What makes, or brakes someone?
Is what they say really true?
Pain is beauty
Or is it society's ever judging eyes that cause pain?
Take off your make up
Look at your face
Touch your face
Look at what you did
You made it this far
Remember when you were little
You wanted to be a princess, or a nurse
Now all you crave is beauty
Approval
Someone to tell you, that you did well
What about learning to acknowledge what you do
You grow, and change
You, are still beautiful
No matter how many scars, or stretch marks, or bruises
You are beautiful
If beauty is in the eye of the beholder, then do we have all these standards?
