The buzzing starts,
Like incessant bugs
Toying with my ears;
They zip and fly about my head
And my beauty falls away in small clumps
Which then lands on my shoulders and at my feet
Until I am wading in my femininity

The buzzing stops,
The bugs leave
And my head now bare
Glows like some beacon
That illuminates my flaws

I have been stripped of my shield,
My insecurities lay defenseless in the open;
I am ugly

Then I am lighter,
Nothing to weigh me down,
My safety blanket
Had been smothering me
Now, I can breathe

And I breathe in,
Sweep up my insecurities
And face myself
My feminine self
My raw self
My real self

And I see beauty