Beauty
We all want to look the way we do in pictures
Flawless and invincible.
But that isn’t a reality,
A “goal” that no one can achieve,
That is what I have come to understand.
Being me is what is meant to be;
Not some girl in a magazine
Not some girl on a runway,
But me. Just me.
I am 17
Happy and youthful,
I wish I could stay this way.
But I will not – no woman will.
I am not the most confident
But when I look back at my past,
I will realize.
I will realize that I SHOULD have been confident,
I was happy and youthful,
But I thought it were to stay that way.
Life goes on,
I will grow old – there is no other option.
I need to see my beauty as it is today,
Because I know that it will not stay.
Filters are not needed,
We were created this way for a purpose
A beautiful, beautiful purpose.
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