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Beauty Defined

I live in a world
Where beauty is defined by words like
TALL, SKINNY, THIN, FLAWLESS…
Where beauty is not being NORMAL
For MY OWN body type.
I must fit into a body type that only a very small
percentage of the population possesses.
Inside each woman there is something so beautiful,
Makeup and diet pills can't define,
The latest trends cannot confine,
A beauty so true I dare call it devine.
But something happened along that road.
Beauty was twisted,
Distorted.
Perverted.
Instead of listening to the voice of the one who invented beauty,
We've been turning our ears to the ones who destroy it.
With every word they whisper,
With every product they sell,
With every ad they show,
We are drawn to captivation.
A captivation of mental chains.
With every word they whisper,
With every product they sell,
With every ad they show,
We are drawn to captivation.
A captivation of mental chains.
With lack of inspiration,
We conform to the standards of this nation.
You want to be beautiful?
Not with that nose,
That hair or those clothes.
Because your face must be painted,
Your nails must be, too.
Your few extra pounds shed,
Because sticks are the style,
In middle school I was asked if I was anorexic because I was THIN.
The shocking words coming from people so young,
Because that had become a NORM in our world.
Now I'm sixteen and am no longer super thin,
I've gained weight and have meat and curves on my BODY,
Which makes me feel self-conscious in my own SKIN.
I'm surrounded by ads telling me what I NEED to be BEAUTIFUL.
SHINY HAIR, Makeup to cover my FLAWS, acne treatment to get rid of my BLEMISHES, and WEIGHT LOSS pills.
They LEAVE OUT how these products will affect my HEALTH long-term,
Or even my SELF-ESTEEM.
I remember being embarrassed growing up,
Because I didn't have the COOL name brand clothing others had.
All I wanted to do was fit in,
But now I know it is far better to STAND OUT.
Ads depict the PERFECT WOMAN; who has been Photo shopped so she isn't even REAL,
But I'm made to BELIEVE I should look like that,
Instead of all five-feet one hundred and twenty pounds of myself.
I have been taught by the media,
That it is not okay to look like I do.
It is not beautiful to have PORES,
Or scars that tell stories.
The media has created a SICKNESS.
A DISEASE,
That has turned into a WIDE-SPREAD epidemic.
We need to STOP THE BEAUTY MADNESS,
Before it is TOO LATE.
Stop labeling people,
Because being DIFFERENT is what makes each of us beautiful.
My appearance doesn't make me who I am,
My CHARACTER, PASSIONS and INTERESTS do.
Don't DEFINE me by what I look like,
But instead by what I do.
I'm a WRITER, ARTIST, POET, FRIEND, ARCHER, SOCCER-PLAYER, MUSIC LOVER…
It is time to TEACH our children to be comfortable in their own skin,
Encourage being HEALTHY,
instead of setting unrealistic standards,
So people resort to becoming ANOREXIC or BULIMIC,
Just to be SKINNY.
Revel in the beauty of FLAWS,
Instead of getting plastic surgery for SOMEONE ELSE'S idea of beauty.
When we give into these ideals we are losing pieces of ourselves,
And eventually there won't be anything Left.
I don't know about you,
But I don't want to be a BARBIE,
I just want to be MYSELF.

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