Beauty?
Beauty is what beauty does, whatever that means
What does beauty mean?
Am I better because random people comment on how I look? Because I meet a standard?
Should I be proud that I am being sexualized by people I don’t even know and worse, that don’t even know me?
Am I supposed to be happy that I am compared to the big Hollywood stars, are they who I am even striving to be?
Should I be grateful that I get special treatment daily because of how I look?
What if I said I don’t want to be beautiful, or sexy, or pretty, or any of that?
What if I said I just wanted to be me.
The me that is not characterized by how my DNA happened to portray itself
The me that goes to school and works, living a normal life, going towards her dream
The me that wants to be taken seriously and not just be the way that I look
I am most certainly and you are too, way more than what can be seen