What is Confidence

What is Confidence

A Poem by Becca
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When a girl is in her teens her confidence plummets, and even though she is beautiful, she would never believe someone when they told her. This mostly occurs because of society's view of the woman.

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When standing alone
In a hot, steamy shower,
Hair wet, skin dripping
Arms embracing-
Wrapped around cellulite
Where hips had once been

When staring into a foggy mirror-
Watching them turn their noses up
"Too fat"
"Too ugly"
"Too weird"
Their voices wrap around my body
The person I am meant to be-lost
Replaced by the words
that say who I'm not

When waking up
With everyone to love
But no arms to fall into.
Where's my crying shoulder?
I've given all I had.

When observing from afar-
Their caked faces
Their shining shoes
Is this what they want?
Is this what they do?

When I spend all my earnings
Loose all my sleep
and still they laugh, they stare, they tease

When it is known that who you are
Is not what they want
But instead what they see

© 2015 Becca


Author's Note

Becca
This poem is my best but you get the point. I wrote this in 10 minutes so I am aware how badly written it is.

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Doesn't matter how it's written, this poem tackles head on one of the great sins of society; which is the totally flawed perception of what beauty is, that what one sees is all that matters. How utterly foolish we are to indulge this indefensible assumption.

It's worse for women of course, bombarded as we are by advertising; by a media that purports the perfect woman is a sleek clothes horse with lustrous hair and a flawless complexion, and partly we are to blame for this, as far too many of us try to emulate this supposed ideal, which really, is a nonsense.

At approaching forty, I won't pretend that I have no regard for how I look. I take care of myself, eat as healthily as I can, go for a run most days and play badminton, which keeps me fairly fit, but that is mostly for myself, not others.

Ultimately it's all about confidence, a kind of 'stuff what you think,' attitude; which I know from experience is a difficult thing to achieve in one's teenage years, when peer pressure is almost overwhelming.

No matter how we look, we need always remember that true beauty lies within.

Beccy.

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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This is actually a good poem that holds an even better message! Nice job!

Posted 9 Years Ago


Doesn't matter how it's written, this poem tackles head on one of the great sins of society; which is the totally flawed perception of what beauty is, that what one sees is all that matters. How utterly foolish we are to indulge this indefensible assumption.

It's worse for women of course, bombarded as we are by advertising; by a media that purports the perfect woman is a sleek clothes horse with lustrous hair and a flawless complexion, and partly we are to blame for this, as far too many of us try to emulate this supposed ideal, which really, is a nonsense.

At approaching forty, I won't pretend that I have no regard for how I look. I take care of myself, eat as healthily as I can, go for a run most days and play badminton, which keeps me fairly fit, but that is mostly for myself, not others.

Ultimately it's all about confidence, a kind of 'stuff what you think,' attitude; which I know from experience is a difficult thing to achieve in one's teenage years, when peer pressure is almost overwhelming.

No matter how we look, we need always remember that true beauty lies within.

Beccy.

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Becca
Becca

Grayson, KY



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My first two poems were posted when I was 15, and in the peak of my writing success. The last two were written during my first semester of college. I am now 19 and don't have nearly as much time to wr.. more..

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