Going on my evening walk

I feel beautiful

Listening to my music too loud

I feel beautiful

Watching the night time traffic

I feel beautiful

But as soon as I get home and take a shower

I no longer feel beautiful

 

I memorize the details of my reflection

And I no longer feel beautiful

I stare at the red pimples scarring my face

And I no longer feel beautiful

I pinch the squishy flab on my stomach

And I no longer feel beautiful

But as soon as I turn away, I smile

And I feel beautiful again

 

When I turn my music up too loud

My thoughts fade into blackness

And I forget it's "weird" to dance in the street

Or that it's "incorrect" to laugh for no reason other than I'm happy

The mirrors disappear and so do all my flaws

I become a person who can't be molded into society's perfection.