No piece of artwork looks the same,

because they are not meant to be,

yet we still stare at the mirror 

and we a hate what we see.

The mirror tells us lies

and distorts our face,

we take a second look

just in case 

but it only gets worse

our mind is made up that when it comes to looks

we were cursed.

We carve into our skin

just to have a little control,

damaging what little is left

of our soul.

Crave the feeling,

but hate the scars,

envying picture perfect skin

that could have been ours.

How are we supposed to prove to society

that beauty is not based on whether you are a size 3 or a size 16,

when you look at yourself

and wish to be something that you will never be?

Setting goals and expectations that can never be met

you are built to be you

and that is something we have to learn to accept. 

We are unproportionate.

Yes, our stomach folds.

But that only tells the world you are human.

Yell it

I AM HUMAN!

be proud 

be bold. 

Look at yourself with different eyes

run your hands over your skin and be kind.

Maybe that person looked at you 

with eyes that wanted nothing more than to get to know you.

Eyes that saw your flaws from a different point of view. 

Do not flinch when their hand touches your face,

let them remind you

that this world is not that bad of a place.