They say beauty is only skin deep
I’ve always struggled with understanding what it meant
When certain things are deemed pretty and beautiful
Those meanings get distorted.
The feeling of self-consciousness is one of emptiness and yearning
Working so hard to be the picture of perfection but the inside is corrupt
Beauty is only skin deep but what if the inside is ugly too
How do we know what beauty is?
How does one stop clinging to images of high cheekbones and a thin waist?
How can I move past what they say is beautiful to find solace is something more?
Beauty is only skin deep, but what if the inside is ugly too?

-NiaJoe