Gone

My reflection stares back in pity I reject it And then it hit me; The truth is No matter how much they sell My legs won’t grow and my lips won’t swell My cheekbones won’t rise And my chest will never be perfect size The only lesson I’ve learned from this is to prioritize What’s truly important and to never compromise To meet the standards of someone else’s eyes Advertisements and magazines, The devils literature The idea of beauty in society is only a conjecture In it is written how love yourself, that is until you turn the page New mascara and creams that will mask your age Praising women of beauty almost unreal Instead the should preach To never worship another human being, For they are no better than you It may not be easy to believe That you are only as beautiful as you perceive yourself to be