Listen to the Applause

Beautiful is just a word That falls from ones lips, Usually referred to those Who have slender hips. To those who have eyes Of neverending pools, And smiles so sparkling Like rare, precious jewels. Those who are beautiful In our harsh medias eyes Are always super skinny, Never, ever supersized. With long golden manes Of pure, lovely sunshine, And voices so sweet Like that of an elegant wine. Beauty to those who are blind Is being flawless and perfect; I am here today to tell you That those people are incorrect. Whether you be blond or brunette, Quite short or overly tall, Extremely brilliant or not so much, And even large or small. Each and everyone of you Are more beautiful than you know, Whether your skin be tanned gold Or white as fallen snow. So when you look in the mirror Ignore your so called flaws; Instead, smile, take a bow, And listen to the applause.