Is this makeup I wear,
the chemicals and compounds that I choose to hide my God given features behind,
the pigments, the colors, the glitter, the mask that I have grown use to,
is it really all a part of being flawless?
Is it just a mask that I wear to disguise my insecurities,
an effort to look like the airbrushed models that I see everywhere I cast my heavily lined eyes?
Has my effort to look "flawless" as possible made me into a grotesque fake Barbie?
Then I realize;
anyone can play with makeup and achieve a flawless face,
and diet to achieve a flawless figure,
but no one can ever have my crooked nose,
my lopsided eyes,
my full lips,
these features are who I am and who will always be with me,
its best if I embrace them instead of running away.