And one day, I finally had enough of it.
On that day my soul grew psyche
biasing and biasing with my shapelessness-
when I was subjected to mankind’s condemnation.
Ah, distinctly I was desiring,
a new look, a new touch
a new feel of joy.
So, I screamed.
I ran
and I shut myself in.
Yet, when I was left alone;
rather when I isolated myself,
I realized, I’m fine
My curves - fine
My brown hair - fine
My miniature eyes - fine
I learned to accept myself.
And then, when people began opposing me,
Questioning my aspects,
I had enough,
I wasn’t going back again.
I began to love myself,
My body is not just fine,
I’m beautiful,
I ‘ve a creative mind,
and a blissful soul.
My imperfections
make me perfect.
Only I can be me.
No one else can replicate
the contemplated
complications I represent.
I'm one in seven billion.
And I'm both proud
and humble about it.
I’m blessed with things
Others don’t have.
Why should I reject my own gifts?
I love myself.
Yet
I may not be
“beautiful” to many who define
“beauty” in the lines
of outer beauty of the physique
and masculine embodiments
established by a societal norms
of antiquity.
But let me tell you….
I’m BEAUTIFUL.
And so are you.
Love yourself,
cause you are
unique,
special
and indeed-
ONE OF A KIND.