There isn't any such thing as a Beauty Standard where you need to fit in. There isn't a particular body type that you need to be of!
You do not require to be of a particular colour or be wearing a particular type of outfit, to be pretty!
You are pretty when you are YOU!!
I wish I had known this before, but this doesn't mean that I keep you deprived of these things!!
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I looked one last time at the reflection in my mirror!
Twirling and looking at my body nervously
which my friends told me I should be proud of..
Looking at myself I sucked in my cheeks and tried to sculpt my body in a peculiar way,
The kind that gets gawked at, the kind that gets noticed!
.........
I looked around and found my bottle of eyeliner and mascara
With swift strokes I did my liner wing.
And with my mascara I made my lashes heavy.
My skin was fragile, and it seemed breaking!
Saying beauty had a price to pay, I moistened my face with cream!
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After looking at the plump lips and blushed cheeks in the mirror,
I put on my smile and walked to my class.
I felt insecure beneath the stares, and those that laughed at my head
(had I outgrown my horns)
I felt scared of those who looked at my hair
(if it weren't for me, medusa)
Those that looked at my figure, I wished to crouch and hide in a corner
I hoped that my smile hid my insecurities, because my eyes felt hot,
And tears threatened me to flow!
..........
I was afraid of all that was happening around me.
And I kept smiling, even when I weren't at ease.
AND I hid!
I hid from my insecurities and walked away from my self.
With each stroke of eyeliner, I knew I was moving away from myself.
I stopped loving me the way I was, and Sculptured myself
To the way that I thought I would be good.
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But isn't it the case of each of us someday
That we try to be someone who we aren't,
And we miserably try and fail in doing what we think we should excel at
And if only I was a little prettier you'd think,
But you are the prettiest you'll ever know,
And that is all that matters
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YOU ARE READING
Letters to my younger self - An original
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