Expectations
They put the frame on the wall for all to see
And frequently the pictures change
For this is how you are supposed to be
They’ll give you a tour
And show you beauty is only skin deep
Insisting they never grow old
“For wrinkles are unwelcomed.”
At least that is what we are told
But who are they to say?
When they only find joy in being size two
They have nothing to live for
Because appearances grow old
And “pretty” can be seen through
They walk you along the hall of fame
And tell you about each picture
But what they don’t notice is everyone looks the same
Inside of their own ridiculous frame
They mock the dimple on my cheek
And insist on fixing the small gap between my teeth
But who are they to say?
For these things are what make me, me
We are told to accept ourselves
But are constantly compared to what we are not
The girls in the magazines are beautiful
At least that is what we all thought
But beauty lies in the sparkle of our eyes
It is the reflection of our heart
The frame society nails on the wall
Is something we don’t need to take part
Beauty is all over us
It varies from person to person
We all have our imperfections
And we don't need to fit into this frame of expectations
Society had created this image
And it is quite distorted
But do you not understand?
The frame on the wall would fall
If we did not support it
So why is it still hanging?
And why aren't people standing?
This picture doesn't have to define us
For whoever said our quirks were flaws
We don't have to live by society's laws