Mother once told me
That I am strong and I am beautiful
I am intellegent and I am capeable.
I am only fifteen, but in my few years I have seen,
I flip through the pages of shiny, newly bought magazines.
Women with flawless skin, dazzling white teeth and a tiny waist
How is it they are so perfect?
Am I a disgrace?
Society is saying, it is screaming.
PRETTY. PRETTY. PRETTY.
You have to be
SKINNY. SKINNY. SKINNY.
I am trying, do you not see?
I am straigtening my teeth,
I am wearing a mask,
I am flattening my hair
I am doing what you ask!
I am a teenage girl.
Your demands are absurd.
I am more than my looks,
Than my waist,
Than the brands.
I have a brain, I am smart, I can write, I am tough.
I just want to be accepted, is that not enough?
Mother once told me, that it is all lies.
They used make-up and photoshop
To hide, to disguise.
I am not a size zero,
I have stretch marks on my thighs.
I have breakouts, I get acne
If I told you I was perfect.
That would just be a lie.
I am more than whats I am constricted to be
I am cutting the ropes, I am just being me.
I wash away the makeup, and I face the mirror.
and I take a look and I stare at what is truly there.
All my life Ive been comparing myself.
Always wanted to be someone else.
I wanted blonde hair, and blue eyes
To be the perfect picture, in someone elses mind.
To be told I am pretty, to be told I am worthy.
Mother once told me;
I am tall and I am smart.
I am beautiful, and set apart.
I am different and compassionate.
I am everything I fail to see.
Maybe it took me a bit long to realize
That behind these brown eyes, was a mind.
A mind that did not see.
The beauty and perfection,
I portray as me.