She's got glossy black hair,

An hourglass figure,

Vibrant blue eyes

And thick velvet lips.

She is skinny and tall,

An envy to all,

But she

Is no more than a picture.

It's plastic and filler,

That made who she is.

Make-up and dress up,

And just the right lighting.

Gone is nature's beauty,

The care of Mother Earth.

Her scars are all hidden,

Her personality buried.

 

Why be what you can't?

Why cry at your figure?

You were blessed with a beauty,

Far greater than paper.

Wipe off the make-up,

Stop with the dress-up.

Say goodbye the plastic,

And say no to the filler.

Welcome your scars,

Your freckles and marks.

Don't mock the buckteeth,

The lisp, or the stutter.

You are who you are,

A goddess by right.

You are Aphrodiate,

You shine with your own light.

Go out and help others,

Be a goddess of love,

And you'll love yourself more,

Like the goddess you are.