Too short, too fat
Less this, more that
It builds
And grows
The weight of friends, family, peer pressure and society
Weighing heavily upon her shoulders
Suffocating her soul but yet
It never shows
No one knows
No one is ever aware of the pain
Trapped inside a beautiful but slightly flawed outer shell
With an amazing soul concealed inside
Splinkled slightly with pain and a dash of resentment
She thinks
She dreams of ways to change
Acceptance
She wants nothing moreHer one wish, one goal
To be beautiful
She's heard it all the while "it's not what you are it's who you are"
"Beauty is only skin deep"
"Confidence is key"
It's easy to say but hard to swallow
For all of those words are concealed in the same tasteless jar of lies and half-truths
If you don't feel beautiful you will NEVER be it
She stops and ponders all the things in the world
What she can do and can't do and can and can't UNdo
Pause. Breathe.
It's overwhelming her mind as her spirit begins to break down beneath the weight of the world
Love
Self-love... Or moreso a lack thereof
Replaced by feigned compassion in hopes of being accepted
False love being given physically
Hoping to repair the emotional damage and fill the gaps and cracks that lie deep in her soul
She waits
That day will come
She will learn one day that beauty is truly in the eyes of the beholderHowever, the beholder is not outside of herself
The beholder is the one who stands in the mirror and judgesHarshly, critically, painfully
The beholder is anyone and everyone who can see themselves for better or for worse
She is the beholder
And on that day, in that time she will realize that the weight of the world can only be lifted by one
One person, one being, one soulEmpowered by a free mind
Herself
The weight will be lifted and she will see who put it there in the first place
She will see
It was she
“Being happy doesn't mean that everything is perfect. It means that you've decided to look beyond the imperfections.” -Anonymous
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