To a Broken Society and Who They Hurt

Ask me what I think of myself

Ask me! Go ahead! Spit it out

Cause I can tell you right now, it’s not much positive 

Society these days makes us pick at ourselves 

We poke and prod our bodies

We hate the lines that etch masterpieces on us

Our once bright eyes become dull as society continues to push us

Our smiles shrink as insecurities grow, blossoming into giant thorns

Sometimes it’s hard

We can’t look into the glimmering mirrors that cover our walls

Because society tells us we are not beautiful 

You know what I say to that?

To hell, to hell with what society thinks

We are all beautiful 

We are all gorgeous people

Our clothes

Our size

These things don’t define beauty

We do

Because beauty isn’t one thing

What does define beauty?

Not society

Not our age

And definitely not our weight

It’s the way we hold ourselves

How we speak when talking about something we love 

The glimmer in our eyes when we do something mischievous 

We define ourselves, don’t let society define you