A Beauty On My Own

 

The metamorphosis from a chasm of doubt to noting my pure beauty

Was the first thing that altered when I chose to unveil my eyes from false pretenses.

As I let go of my worldly standards, I became free and alive.

I was no longer a puppet of a materialistic master

Shoving false norms of a woman’s archetypal duties and appearances down my throat.  

With a change of heart and from a new perspective,

I saw, in a new light, my own being.

Reflections: no more being the devil's doorway to derision,

But the elegance and beauty of a princess.

The make-up no longer covered my flaws but accentuated my allurement.

I no longer needed compliments or stares from afar to confirm this.

I know who I am, and I embrace it.

I know who I am, and I love it.

 

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