Who says what is beautiful?
Does society say if I am beautiful?
Or do I?
If society said who was beautiful
Then I am not
My hair is messy
I need to lose weight
I'm too short
My toes are stubby
My eyes don't match
I can't make pouty lips
I don't wear skirts up to my ass
I don't wear dresses that show my tits
To some, my boobs are too big
I never remember to paint my nails
I don't wear enough make-up
I have too much acne
I have stretch marks
I have scars
But you know what?
Society doesn't tell me I am beautiful
Because I think I am
I like my curves
And have no shame in my scars
I can't change my genetics
I love my hair
I don't have the time to paint my nails
And my stretch marks don't define me
I choose not to dress like a skank
And make-up bugs me
I have hormones
So I have acne
But so do you
So not everyone wants to date me
So I am not typically pretty
But society tells me nothing
I do
And I'm beautiful inside and out.
