Throw away the plastic and paper covers with bold photos and bright letters telling you that you
Can always be better.
When did stick thin become more beautiful than curvy?
And when did the human mind become so greedy-
So needy-
That we'd rather see it all than leave
some things to the imagination.
The world wants you to stop believing.
Stop believing that your eyes can sparkle
And your laugh is more than white noise.
They all want to chew you up and spit you out-
A plastic punishment of which a diamond is undeserving.
Keep some of the edges. They keep you unique.
Keep your imperfections, because they are beautiful to me.
Stop trying to see yourself through
the lens of a camera
the reflection of a makeup mirror
the print of a photograph.
You are in the first rays of sunlight that kiss the sky.
Your touch is mysterious and beautiful.
You are mysterious and beautiful.