Kiss my ***Flawless A**


They say that beauty

is in the eye of the beholder,


But nothing is ever that simple.


Beauty is subject to Society's whims

and criticisms; what Society deems

worthy is what Beauty must then be.


Society has told my mother

that she must be less than a size ten

and that her blonde hair and blue eyes

must be brilliant; her curves must be

in the right places, but I've never understood that


Because I am flawless.


My blonde hair doesn't lay pretty

my blue eyes are green

my curves are in every wrong place, yet

I'm a perfect ten—literally.


Beauty isn't within the eye of the beholder,

it's within me.

So Society can kiss my "unattractive"

size ten

rear end.


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