Falsities.

From a young

age, we are taught

to focus on

the

way we look. We are told to love ourselves, yet consistently

reminded to change

who we are, what

we look like,

how we act.

We strive for

perfection. And

why shouldn’t we?

What could be more

desirable than the

recognition of

emanating

absolute

perfection?

Each day we beg

for beauty, fortune and

praise with every smear of

makeup that disorients our lovely

faces, caught up in this false fantasy

that vanity conquers the real beauty that

surrounds us, the power of true uniqueness.

If I could change one thing, it would be to destroy

the unattainable quality described as pure perfection.

Because we are women. We are beautiful. We are free.