truebeauty
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The model was tall and lean...
"Look at that string bean".
"Body with no meat,
the girl needs to eat"
"She looks unhealthy,
probably stuck with her career to be wealthy"
"What skinny stilettos,
I still remember the day when I realized that the only person who can ever truly love you with all of his or her heart is yourself.
To you,
I am just a pale face
Tired and exhausted
I lack something that you want.
And to you,
That is perfection.
I am more than just this filter
Of beauty so fake.
I am a person.
Facebook, Instagram, Twitter.
That's society
That's life
Where are we now?
Make up
Filters
Editing
Is this beauty?
Chocolates
Roses
Are they cliche?
I've made mistakes,
But they don't define me.
I have regrets,
But I am not what I've done.
I have secrets,
But they're part of my past.
Come dawn,
And come day.
Somewhere a world is hidden
beyond the stretch of the eye.
Something you can sneak a glance at
where the ocean meets the sky.
But in order to find that place
you must promise before you go.
Without a filter I am me. Keona when I don't use filters I see a young beautiful inspiring lady who has a BRIGHT future ahead of herself. Without a filter I am unique and passoniate.
Flawless.
The girl on the cover of the magazine,
The one who was created with photoshop,
The one who sees the magazine and doesn't see herself.
Flawless.
The all-state basketball star,
As women we conseal our fears behind faces painted up so pretty. when will the true beauty show ?
Skinny, curvy
you're beautiful
tall, short
you're beautiful
purple, orange, green, white, blue, black
you're beautiful
Poem 1: Keep Calm and Don’t Judge Me
Love (Shake my head); when I was fourteen years I thought I found love,
Love like: Fairy Tales, and all that Fucking Bullshit people allow.
everyone, listen up, wake up, sit up.Put on your make up.Scratch that, who needs that shit you are pretty enough without it.Not many girls can see that today, instead they are pasting urban decay
Four years ago
I saw a girl
I didn't think she was very pretty
Her face wasn't too bad
She had sparkly eyes with long eyelashes
Almost pretty
Everything is shattered, broken, utterly and completely destroyed
So dramatically so, windows broken in to a million pieces, paint strewn across the floor
Yellow wall paper gone gray as if out of fear
When I was a little girl,
I snuck out at night.
Out through the side window and
All the way out to the park behind the school.
Past all their cruel jokes.
When I finally felt reality slip away
Beauty is within ones true self
Beauty is far pass looks and wealth
You stand tall and dont ever doubt yourself
Dont ever try to compare what your beauty should be
