Beauty?

Beauty is what beauty does, whatever that means

What does beauty mean?

Am I better because random people comment on how I look? Because I meet a standard?

Should I be proud that I am being sexualized by people I don’t even know and worse, that don’t even know me?

Am I supposed to be happy that I am compared to the big Hollywood stars, are they who I am even striving to be?

Should I be grateful that I get special treatment daily because of how I look?

What if I said I don’t want to be beautiful, or sexy, or pretty, or any of that?

What if I said I just wanted to be me.

The me that is not characterized by how my DNA happened to portray itself

The me that goes to school and works, living a normal life,  going towards her dream

The me that wants to be taken seriously and not just be the way that I look

I am most certainly and you are too, way more than what can be seen