Beauty

This is the story, of how I found my beauty.

I wake up in the morning everyday and look in the mirror,

My hair a mess, my eyes sleepy, 

my arms wrapped around myself to keep out the cold

 

I plug into my music and hear words and sounds that make me want to dance,

But all the while I cover up and put on a mask.

I no longer know what it is to smile without faking it

Or how to laugh without it being forced

 

Because everytime I see myself in the mirror,

I dont see my own worth

I dont see my infinite possibilities,

I don't see who I am on both the inside and out

 

Instead I see my flaws,

Each mark making a dent in my self-confidence

my self-worth

myself

 

Because I have grown up without seeing my beauty

Trained to think thin and white is the perfection we must strive for

To think that women are only there to be possessions of men based on beauty and not knowledge

 

But one day, the songs I plugged into every morning began to resonate with my heart when I was feeling down and I realized that I am beautiful.

 

I am beautiful both inside and out

I am infinite

I can fly past the chains that hold me down

I have the possibility of being beyoind what society has drafted me to be.

 

I am still learning to find my beautiful everyday in the mirror,

and with every sunrise in the morning and with every snowfall in the winter.

But slowly I learned to smile with feelings, to laugh without being chained by the fact that I am not perfect because

I am still  beautiful

Reviews

[Annie Rachele]

Okay this is a few years old but hopefully you see this review anyway. I think this poem is one of the most beautiful and truthful peices I have ever read. I love the meaning and story of the poem.