Beauty Standardization
Blonde hair
Blue eyes
“Beautiful”
Bodies as frail as
Toothpicks.
But the standard they set,
The standard seen as the norm
In this society,
Drives us to believe
In false beauty
Are these the women
With whose bodies
She fell in love with?
Doesn’t she know
That what's good
Radiates from the inside
Not the out?
An internal struggle
Never understood by
Anyone but those
Who suffer the same,
Leaves her longing
For these lanky limbs
And weak joints
“You’re beautiful”
I’ll tell her
The way she is,
Is beautiful.
But I did not know
This only makes it worse
The hunger in her eyes
Her soul,
He body.
Now i hardly recognize
Who she used to be
Every now and then
I catch a glimpse,
A brief reminder
Of the caring girl
She truly is.
But in an instant,
Like a curtain,
The light shimmering from her eyes
Draws shut.
This relieving feeling,
Not to show itself again
For quite some time.
But when it does
I grasp the opportunity
Hold tight to the moment
Long for more time with it
Because I love her
Who she was
Who she is,
It’s all the same.
I never lost you
You lost yourself.
And your journey of
Self-discovery
Begins now.
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