Beauty is...
Stretch marks & attempted suicide
Scars,
No longer held hostage behind the
Bars of this oppressive society
Or in your cell, taunted by its ever
So contorted & fluctuating definition of beauty.
You
Are
Free...
From the shackles that inhibited
You mentally
Due to society's scruitny of you
Physically.
You
Are
Me...
And I am you.
Pleased in your own skin
At ease with the soul within.
You
Are
Perfection.
God created you errorlessly,
Anomalously... honestly.
So promise me,
Never to conceal your insecurities
Under cloaks of modesty.
Instead, exchange that wardrobe
For some pride you see,
You are a queen,
To heaven with your self esteem.
Head held so high you rest it upon
The clouds to dream
The sun is your crown's gleam..
Queen...
The love for yourself,
Is greater than that from anyone else.
Love yourself.
Embrace yourself.
Be yourself.
Queen.