Have you ever noticed, that when you look at yourself,
Really look at yourself,
You’re not ugly at all
I don’t mean how you look when you’ve just finished your face in the mirror
Not after you’ve perfected that cat-eye liner
Not after you’ve applied your bright red lips
Not after you’ve blushed your cheeks just the right amount
I mean when your face is naked
When you’ve just stepped out of the shower
When you can see those freckles,
When you can see that acne
When you can see those bags under your eyes
You spend too much time hating those tiny imperfections,
Too much time shredding your self esteem
But the makeup gets caught in the cracks of your façade
And those all too obvious insecurities are magnified
You try so hard to cover those scars
That you can’t see you’re just making it worse
Why is it so difficult to love what is natural?
Why are you made to feel bad about something you were born with?
About something out of your control?
Why does it always seen like everyone looks perfect but you?
Like out of a whole production line of dolls, you were the only defective one?
Because society says so
Because the models in the magazines you read look like alien beings of perfection
But why do you listen to what society says?
Haven’t you realized that 99% of society does not look anything like the ideal of beauty they advocate?
Those models in those magazines don’t even like what they look like, even though they are deemed the ideal
You need to love what you were born with
You need to love who you are when you are alone in the bathroom, no makeup on, just you and your reflection
Because if you heal those internal scars that you tried so hard to cover with makeup
You won’t be broken anymore, you’ll be whole
And you’ll find that you’re a hell of a lot prettier than you gave yourself credit for
You’ll realize that you weren’t ugly at all