Kiss my ***Flawless A**

They say that beauty

is in the eye of the beholder,

But nothing is ever that simple.

Beauty is subject to Society's whims

and criticisms; what Society deems

worthy is what Beauty must then be.

Society has told my mother

that she must be less than a size ten

and that her blonde hair and blue eyes

must be brilliant; her curves must be

in the right places, but I've never understood that

Because I am flawless.

My blonde hair doesn't lay pretty

my blue eyes are green

my curves are in every wrong place, yet

I'm a perfect ten—literally.

Beauty isn't within the eye of the beholder,

it's within me.

So Society can kiss my "unattractive"

size ten

rear end.