Someone once told you,

“You can always fit into the ideal
Some pins and needles and metals and creams shall do the work!”

So you can flaunt your pretty face,

“Get rid of that crooked teeth”

“ Lemons shall bleach your lips”

“Ha-ha, you have hair on your face”

“Do this to tone your arms”

“ Take this for fairer skin”

“ Time for a nose job?”

So what did you do?

You smiled with your lips closed,
For insecurities lingered there and shut them tight.

“That's better” and so the shutter bug smiled with tobacco stained teeth.

You kissed with pink and men fell in a row, but with the once purplish black, you kissed with love.


“Aw, look at you now” out came the words from someone's black lips tarnished with bleach.

When the wax strips made you cry, the same someone reminded you that pain, it's a side effect of beauty.




You did oh so many things for
That someone's validation.
Soon, you forgot your true color

You became plastic.

You disappeared as you fitted
Into the society.

You became another,just another
Pretty face

There were so many after all…

You forgot those imperfections
Those; which once made you original

Someone dragged you down
Someone stripped you of confidence
Someone pushed you into immortal insecurities.
Someone wrote for you the ideals you should stick with.

You who once used to be Her with no prefixes and suffixes, maybe sometimes garnished with smart, nice and talented
Became

Pretty eyes
Pink lips
“Did Cleopatra give you her nose too?”


And so was already decided the words of your mourners.



You are pretty
But insecure

Are you beautiful?
That someone didn't give you the instructions for that.

Flaunt your imperfections
That will make you beautiful….