We were both in the train I saw you and called your name I grinned and said you hi But you stared without batting an eye...
I blushed and felt embarassed Face turned red in a flash My old friend did not see me As she gawked at me so blankly...
Thinking much, I looked at the mirror... The cheeks are round and eyes narrow Waist and tummy have become one My toes are gone when I look down
Oh the fallacy of real beauty Norms are dictated by this society Not the brainy not with personality Tell me how would you look like Aphrodite?
I am fat, yes... But I am not invinsible...
Beauty is defined by a vast amount of slanted perceptions and standards, spread by the society. But in fact, real beauty should not only depicts the tangible appearance, not the thin waist line nor the colour, not the race either because we were created unique from each other.