Beauty

I found peace the day I learned to love me,

And let how others looked be,

Even though we

Have chosen fake over real beauty.

I found the truth when I was just growing,

Learning, being, living,

Teaching myself the skill of changing

To fantasy what was really happening.

Learning Photoshop had me overjoyed,

But soon enough I chose to get employed,

And soon enough I had destroyed

The joy I had previously enjoyed.

The job was to aesthetically change

A model, which I found strange,

Because had a figure for which I’d have gladly exchanged

My own, so it seemed totally deranged.

But then, darker thoughts began to whisper,

What if I should have her figure?

Or her simper?

My self-esteem began to sink deeper and deeper.

I spent years trying to imitate those girls,

With their white smiles and blonde curls,

All of their impossible curves

Even though it was I who had forged those pearls.

I made them fake, so I made them real

And society accepted with zeal

The notion of a girl so surreal

That they could no longer recognize the real deal.

However, eventually there came a day,

When I realized it was they

Who were leading the world astray,

Who truly deserved to pay.

However, I chose instead to find some peace

And make my own self-hate cease,

By realizing I was not obese,

And just like that, I found release.

I found peace the day I learned to love me,

And let how others looked be,

Even though we

Have chosen fake over real beauty.

I am the girl who chose to be

A proponent of that real beauty.