Looking in the distance
Towards the judgemental figures
Hiding in the crowd from their cruel jokes
Eyes like fire burning your skin from your bone
Wondering what people are thinking about me
Do they see what is underneath the superficial shade?
Can they sense my secret anguish?
Do I love the pitching and dipping scale that tells me who I am or what you might think of me?
I need to stop letting others get in my head
But it’s hard when they stare with their unforgiving glare
Even when my back is turned, their degrading words echo in my ears
Magazines, websites, pictures, sounds the messages we hear from the culture
Do they like me?
Do I like myself?
Am I loved?
Or should I disappear behind the wall of large breasts, clear skin, and perfection that is admired
Or should I come out and be honest with the world
Love who I am and know what I’m worth
Ignore what others think and embrace me
At the end of the day when I am alone the reflection looking back is screaming it’s positiveness
I realize that I am beautiful no matter what
And beauty comes from within. My heart, my soul, and my mind is that which will remain
After all beautiful sounds in the back of my mind like this: be-you-tiful. my only hope
This is the sound that keeps me going
This is my inspiration and light. Positivity is power.
Words in the dictionary of perfection that hurt: anorexic, overweight, acne are outlawed.