high-cheek-boned models parading around.
Advertisements making beauty seem within reach as long as I
“Get the London look”.
But that’s not what I want.
Why do we as a society feel the need to make girls hate the way they look,
Only to make a quick profit?
High quality cell phone cameras
Photo editing apps
Clothing for this years’ trend
The forever staggering price of beauty continues to increase.
It makes me stop and wonder, what is beauty?
Is it covering my face in makeup to the point where I barely look like myself any longer?
Or is it showing off my sexualized breasts or behind?
When did defining who I am become more of a challenge rather than a simple question?
Who Am I?
Without the pressures of society,
Without the makeup,
Without any outside influence,
Who Am I?
I am forever changing,
Into the person I am today.
Yet I am also
And in turn I am
Filled with sadness.
And will not
Try and change who I am,
Nor will I be persuaded by the pressures of society.
Exactly who I am supposed to be,
Right in this moment.
I like to believe I cannot be defined by one simple term,
But in reality,