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"