See, society has taught us that everyone is beautiful in their own way
You know, except the ones with no thigh gaps and no chiseled cheeks
The ones who don’t have collar bones or a flat tummy
We’re supposed to be role models to young people, to others
But how do we do that if we aren’t even a model to ourselves?
We see the beauty in people, but we deny the beauty within us
Self hate from watching TV, looking at magazines, scrolling through your phone
Hate because you don’t look a certain way, aren’t as pretty as the ‘other girls’
Because of course it’s better to look like someone than yourself, as long as they’re ‘pretty’
You know, the ones with long hair and skinny legs, the ones who can fit in an extra small shirt,
the ones with the perfect straight teeth, the ones who don’t put too much makeup on
Because the amount of makeup also determines your self worth
Oh and makeup is false advertisement... even though we aren’t products to be sold
But what is beauty?
Look I’d like to live in my bubble, believe that there’s more to society than there is
That there’s more to defining everything based on looks
That there will come a day where our body shapes won’t be compared to fruits or numbers,
Pears, apples and size 0s, sounds just like something you’d sell in your local store
But maybe that’s what we are being taught
That our bodies, even though we are made of memories, are simply nothing but objects
Objects labeled and sold for customers
Because sure you hear all the sweet stories of love at first sight
But you never hear a story of love at first laugh
You never hear the story of the guy falling for the girl who has ridiculous dreams
Or the girl who falls for the guy’s ability to pull out the silliest magic tricks
You don’t hear these stories, simply because they don’t exist
See those stories are only concepts and ideas and a part of our dreams
But why? Why can’t they be reality?
Because no matter how much fire is in your soul,
Nobody wants to love someone who’s ‘ugly’.
See what I don’t get and what frustrates me is the extent of things people go through
The things they do to try to ‘fit in’, to be a part of this never ending cycle of false expectations,
Starving yourself until you fit in those size 0 jeans? That’s not the right path to go.
People become addicts, addicted to the idea of counting calories for the fear
Fear of not reaching their ‘goal’
Society has taught us that the mirror is a true reflection of ourselves,
But we forget that it cannot mirror the love we get and give to others
As I’ve grown old, I realised that it’s stupid
Stupid to think that there’s a certain type of beauty and that there’s only one
Because everyone is unique
And I know you've heard that so many times
But it's true
You never look at a bunch of flowers and say
That’s the wrong colour, that one’s too big, that one doesn’t look like the other one
Because they’re all different, just like us
Just like our bodies
And maybe, just like flowers, we have to learn to grow ourselves
We must surround ourselves with positivity
Far from the conditioned thoughts on how beauty should be
Because if society said anything hypocritical but true?
It’s that we are all beautiful
And we should love the bodies we live in.