Im not perfect by your recognition
Because by definition
I have flaws
And these beauty laws
Make us cut up our faces
Metal needles and saws
Just to look like a certain image
To these aliens we are in awe
But we do not know they are just like us
Imperfect
They are fixed and morphed by edits
But they still get credits
For not being themselves
My biggest enemy holds me back
These words of harm attack
"Fat" "ugly" "gross"
Is who I am
My mirror now knows
To change my image
Make me hate who I am
Im blind by myself
But my eyes are working fine
But inside
Im not good enough
The distress controls my thoughts
I become someone I'm not
My face is no longer me
A new nose and smoothed out lines
So much money and precious time
Spent, I can never go back
But Im still not perfect
So to everyone out there
Who's heard the words
Felt the stares
For being lower than the aliens in the magazines
Who want to be on top and feel pristine
Like the models on our screens
And go through the pain of becoming thin
Or a get a new face to finally win
Against the aliens who we look at in awe
Just know that there is no flaw
In having flaws
This picture of a perfect women
We will always see it , yes
But just know that being imperfect
Is more perfect than you could guess
Jul 28, 2014
Jul 28, 2014 at 5:36 PM UTC
Im not perfect by your recognition
Because by definition
I have flaws
And these beauty laws
Make us cut up our faces
Metal needles and saws
Just to look like a certain image
To these aliens we are in awe
But we do not know they are just like us
Imperfect
They are fixed and morphed by edits
But they still get credits
For not being themselves
My biggest enemy holds me back
These words of harm attack
"Fat" "ugly" "gross"
Is who I am
My mirror now knows
To change my image
Make me hate who I am
Im blind by myself
But my eyes are working fine
But inside
Im not good enough
The distress controls my thoughts
I become someone I'm not
My face is no longer me
A new nose and smoothed out lines
So much money and precious time
Spent, I can never go back
But Im still not perfect
So to everyone out there
Who's heard the words
Felt the stares
For being lower than the aliens in the magazines
Who want to be on top and feel pristine
Like the models on our screens
And go through the pain of becoming thin
Or a get a new face to finally win
Against the aliens who we look at in awe
Just know that there is no flaw
In having flaws
This picture of a perfect women
We will always see it , yes
But just know that being imperfect
Is more perfect than you could guess
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