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Beauty


Thin, curvy bodies Silky hair Clear, soft skin Big eyes Full lips Designer clothes Perfect makeup Our society has an addiction Addiction to perfection Addiction to being beautiful But in reality, beauty is not Thin bodies Expensive clothes And straight, white teeth Beauty is Imperfection It’s the one strand of hair that won’t stay in place The curve of a belly The crookedness of a smile It is a birthmark A scar A blemish Beauty is age It’s a baby’s smile An old person’s wrinkles It’s being young And being old Beauty is the sound Of laughter Of sweet nothings late at night Of normal, everyday conversations Of silence between friends who don’t need to fill it And beauty is found in the little everyday things Fathers kissing their children goodnight Wives straightening their husband’s ties Boyfriends buying chocolates on Valentine’s day Children holding their mother’s hands Friends listening to music together But most of all, Beauty Is Love It’s the love shared between parents and their children The love of life The love of yourself Of imperfections
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oceansunset
This is a poem that expresses the overwhelming pressure from society of being beautiful, which is also interchangeably mixed with being perfect. I loved proving this idealistic view wrong, because beauty is in so many things from day-to-day life, and the little flaws and imperfections in people are often much more beautiful than the "perfect" things about them.

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