Those pretty little faces

Those pretty little faces that you see

On the covers of Vogue and Victoria Secret.

Is something that we can never be
I know it is something we envy, something we regret.
Especially those figured, toned and bronze bodies.
Those dresses that they actually are rocking.
Yeah the fashion divas, the headlined beauty pageants and deities.
Their gossips are the ones what leave us gawking.
Let me reveal something to you, a bitter truth I must say
The women that you see on those mags and catalogues
Photoshopping throughly, ending with perfection at the end of the day.
Why should you be jealous, my dear!
Of something that isn't real.
Just an illusion, a piece of art to stare.
Why hate something that is yours
Why feel hideous of your mould.
This is who you are.
You are perfection. You are insanity.
You are beautiful.
You are art my beloved.
Because the girl you see within those glossy pages
Isn't the same one in reality.
You have a right to be you.
Stealing another's identity isn't what a lady do.
She doesn't show herself to the world.
She doesn't expose herself off
She knows what she is capable of
And definitely knows what she can do.
You aren't a wanton; desperate for attention.
You are a woman; my dear act like one

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