#youarebeautiful
beauty is said to be on the exterior
but i wonder why many miss the beauty in the interior-
i sit staring at myself looking at the mirror
wondering if i'm considered any "prettier"
in the end, it's all on me
to understand that beauty lies underneath.
Sep 1, 2020
Sep 1, 2020 at 3:08 PM UTC
So many words
To describe beauty
Many of them
Said with cruelty
Subjecting innocence
To unreal goals
Said to gain
Unrelenting control
Over youthful minds
So undeveloped
Wrapped in delusion
They are enveloped
Feb 23, 2020
Feb 23, 2020 at 6:04 PM UTC
She sits there
With flaws on her body
She sits there
Hair on her legs making a little garden of roses
She sits there
Volcanoes on her face
Looking like they are about to erupt
Yet she manages to maintain balance and equality inside
Well sometimes
She sits there
Carelessly
Yet still with care for the world and everyone, everything, in it
She sits there
Still
With a tornado spinning the thoughts in her head
Making her deal with it because clicking ruby red heals doesn't make the problems go away
She sits there
Clutching the cross around her neck
Mumbling prayers
A cloud releasing small raindrops
She sits there
Being an ally,
A friend,
The person that listens when no one else does,
She waits for you to tie your shoe while everyone else walks away.
But she is also the one left behind on the sidewalk
She still sits there
Knowing how others treat her
But not letting that reflect negatively on how she treats others
She sits there
And look at that,
With a smile on her face,
She continues to grow,
Nothing prohibits her from moving forward,
She is unstoppable,
She is beautiful,
She is grace,
She is laughter,
She is sunshine,
She is light,
The light that awakens the dark,
The light that makes the moon shine,
She is everything and more.
She sits there
Being radiant
Being herself
She sits there
Knowing who she wants to be and what it takes to get there
She sits there
Patiently
She sits there
Being me
I am
Sitting there
Sep 3, 2019
Sep 3, 2019 at 1:58 PM UTC
Sometimes I think of how hard the floor must be to stand so many footsteps
I met tourists who forgot that we made homes here
They kept stomping, to claim space for themselves on our floor
We slid on your blood to a place where your body isn’t remembered
Bright red, like you held your breath
In dance, we are taught to avoid anticipation
Make each motion independent
A surprise to the audience
Nobody stared at your chest till your shirt was cut open
I never get reception in the tunnel
How long till someone picked you up?
I can picture the damage to your eardrums
The deafening screech of metal pulled along by electricity
The burns with fade but parts of you are still laid out on the tracks
The tourists tried to tell me that it was “probably just drugs”
I tried to tell them that we are a community
That we cannot reduce your life to a probably, or even a maybe,
Cannot pretend to know your body on a stretcher
It sounded a lot like crying to me
I told a counselor I wanted to send you flowers
Know which hospital they took you to
She said something silly about a kind heart, but they weren’t for you
Just wanted to know that you lived,
Didn’t think they’d let me send flowers to a morgue
I’ve been to a morgue: they let me see a body
Can’t remember his face
Can’t remember your’s, either
But I see your blood and ripped shirt and the head restraint
I see your hand reaching up and hear my own prayers that you’ll fall asleep soon
My friend will not remember the story, did not observe your body as a phantom
Cannot see your body on the tracks and forgot I told him it was there
I understand
Sometimes I forget the order of operations, too
I step over the line and somebody reminds me that the train arrives first
The doors open and a voice I don’t recognize gives me permission
I apologize for taking up space
And then suddenly, I’m someone else
I’m hoping that you woke up in the hospital bed and were someone else
Jun 19, 2019
Jun 19, 2019 at 9:33 PM UTC
She is reminded she isn't good enough everyday.
"You can't do by yourself, you need a man," they say.
No one tells her she is beautiful just the way she is.
No one tells her that she belongs to herself, she is not 'his'.
She is taught to hate her body by them.
She is told how unworthy she is by them.
No one tells her about the fierce fire burning in her heart.
That she too could be someone's glowing light in the dark.
No, she is only told how she needs to change.
She is overlooked and underappreciated at every stage.
So she just writes her story down.
As a reminder of who she was before she let her real self drown.
Jun 3, 2019
Jun 3, 2019 at 4:50 AM UTC
You
Are the author of the book of your life,
You
Can erase words, delete chapters, write new endings.
You
Are writing your own computer software, and
You
Can create whatever programs you wish.
You
Are not restricted by what others say, and
You
Will never be happier than when you are being yourself.
You
Have more power than you think you do.
Own it.*
Apr 23, 2019
Apr 23, 2019 at 10:24 PM UTC
it all started at one dinner
"all of that is for you?"
"how can you eat so much?"
"are you sure you want all of that?"
was it wrong for me to eat what i wanted to?
i remember looking at my plate
i left it untouched the rest of the dinner
i thought it would never happen again
but again i was attacked with words
"girls dont stay skinny forever you know"
"you are going to get fat, stop eating"
"do you want to be fat?"
i was confused
had i done something wrong?
where was all this coming from?
what do you want me to do?
the tv made it worse
"look at how skinny she is"
"no wonder she has a husband"
"her child will be just as beautiful as her"
i curled into a ball ashamed of myself
why were you telling me this?
why were you being so mean?
how do i fix things between us?
i had stopped eating
the emptiness in my stomach no longer hurt
water was my only meal each day
my sleepless nights were filled with crying
"dont eat that"
"not that either, you have to stay skinny"
"you can go with one less meal"
my friends didnt know
they knew i didnt eat alot
but he knew right away
he knew something was wrong
"hey do you want this slice?" the pizza was put in front of me
one look at it and i was crying
"are you okay? whats wrong?"
i pushed the slice away and left
he was silent at first
he knew to give me my space
but you didnt
no you were still there beside me
"look what you did fat girl"
"you know skinny girls dont act stupid"
"what a fat freak"
when i finally told him what was wrong he smiled
"those are lies and you know it"
"you are so beautiful"
"you are stronger than those words"
and since then the words didnt hurt as much when you said them
sure you kept saying it
and you still do today
but i know that i am beautiful
my best friend had said so and he never lies
you cant hurt me anymore
Jul 19, 2018
Jul 19, 2018 at 10:35 PM UTC
You say you are ugly
because you only ever see
yourself
in the mirror
that tells you what to think
You don't see you
when I make you laugh
when your eyes come alive
with joy
You don't see you
when your crush texts you
and you fail to hide
your smile
You don't see you
when your dad comes home
at the end of the day
and says he loves you
wrapping you
in his arms
you are so filled with glee
You don't see you
when you make us so happy
you cannot help
but beam like the sun
the mirror is not a person
it has no face or voice
it cannot tell you anything
it will never say
you are beautiful
but we have faces
and we have voices
and we can say
you are
Jul 14, 2018
Jul 14, 2018 at 10:10 PM UTC
You, yes you.
The one with the broken smile.
No, look up, your beautiful for who you are.
I don't care how you look, or where you came from,
You Are Beautiful.
Despite what others may say,
You Are Beautiful.
Even though you may feel blue,
You Are Beautiful.
Just listen to me through the pain.
You Are Beautiful.
Your gender, race, past, do not have any hold on you anymore because,
You Are Beautiful.
I know the voices may say something else but,
You Are Beautiful.
I know you may roll your eyes but truly I know,
You Are Beautiful.
You may look in the mirror and see a disgusting mess, but your not,
You Are Beautiful
You may feel like a mess, but look up,
You Are Beautiful.
Through the loss, through the pain, through the ups and downs,
You Are Beautiful.
You have done more than you think, don't hang your head,
You Are Beautiful.
Despite the mistakes you may have made, or the cuts on your wrist,
You Are Beautiful.
You may feel anger, sadness, pain, lost, hopeless, but you should feel like,
You Are Beautiful.
There's no disguising the fact, that,
You Are Beautiful.
May 10, 2018
May 10, 2018 at 12:29 PM UTC
you are beautiful beyond compare
you are beautiful beyond flesh and blood
you are beautiful beyond words
you are beautiful
in your own way
on your own terms
you are beautiful no matter what they say
don't let them ruin you
Sweetheart, I promise you
someday
someone
somewhere
is going to see the kind, strong, bold, beautiful
soul, you are love more and more every day for it.
-A
Apr 17, 2018
Apr 17, 2018 at 1:33 AM UTC
You tell me that I am beautiful.
I want so much to believe your words.
But when I look in the mirror, what I see is not beautiful.
I dismiss your words even though it hurts me.
There is a voice that tells me the exact opposite.
Most of the time the voice wins because it is louder.
It is so loud it hurts my ears and I cannot think.
You are the one I want to believe...
But I am unable too.
Apr 17, 2018
Apr 17, 2018 at 1:32 AM UTC
i hope every door that closes on you another one opens,
another opportunity shows,
another chance,
something to hold on,
something better that won't ever close.
i hope the white walls and ceilings you see,
are as clean as your intentions,
those dirts are just imperfections,
that makes up you
you deserve everything you gave away,
you deserve a love that shines everyday, and shows rainbows after the rain.
you deserve the best.
you don't have to be like them,
you don't have to walk, talk or dress like them,
be your own person,
be the one who differs from everyone, that wants to be like any other person.
most girls, are smart and strong and beautiful,
so are you,
the only thing that makes you ugly is the fact that you don't want to embrace you difference.
you are beautiful,
maybe not in the looks but what's important is in the soul.
Jul 28, 2017
Jul 28, 2017 at 6:26 PM UTC
There is pressure in society
That judges how your looks should be
And when I hear a girl proclaim "I'm fat!"
As though there was something wrong with that,
Such thoughts, I tell you, just won't do
When the opposite is clearly true
Because with big girls there is more to love,
And they won't break with a playful shove.
And although I'm not one for body shaming,
And don't wish to sound like I'm complaining,
Thin girls simply lack the cellulite
To keep somebody warm at night,
Their bones protrude in awkward places
And they have gaunt, unhealthy faces
They regularly seem in a foul mood
(Which is probably caused caused by lack of food),
And you can't get anything to eat
Without them scowling at the treat,
That you, yourself, have chose to order,
While they dine on salad and water,
Until they scream "I've had enough!
You have no idea how tough
It is to keep this slender figure
And stop myself from getting bigger!"
As if it was somehow your fault
That they won't eat sugar or salt,
Or that they'll spend 3 hours at the gym
As a compromise for staying thin.
So while I'd love a girl however she looks
(As long as we like similar books,
And can talk for hours at a time,
Or not at all and still be fine)
There's very few (indeed, if any!
Although their numbers may be many),
Skinny girls I've ever met
That a big one hasn't beaten yet!
If you must lose weight I do implore
You know it's yourself you do it for
And while I must concede it doesn't matter,
To most if you're thinner or fatter,
No songwriter, I'll think you'll find
Wrote a song about a small behind
No artists brush strokes ever found
Joy in painting girls that were not round
And the best words found in poetry
Are about big girls it's plain to see
Like voluptuous, buxom, and well-rounded
With thin girls how would they have sounded?
Although I must- again- make haste to add
That no truly self-respecting lad
Would ever dream of judging you
By how you look, not what you do,
So if shedding pounds makes you feel great
Then go ahead and lose some weight,
But ignore what shallow fools may say,
As they'll just keep judging anyway,
Because the best people, you'll always find,
Will love you for what's in your mind.
Jun 5, 2016
Jun 5, 2016 at 7:43 PM UTC
Look beyond what you see in the mirror
There is no need to fear
For I what I see here
Matters more than what you see there
Take a deep breath in
And concentrate on what’s within
Take a deep breath in
And make sure to grin
Because what I see here
Is something beautiful.
Feb 5, 2016
Feb 5, 2016 at 2:17 PM UTC
When you are told you are not pretty:
Pretty is a six-letter word that can’t encompass your entire being in its arms. You were born to a mother who wore pain like trees wear their rings, as marks of fierce bravery and battle cries. You almost split her insides open coming out, wailing so hard the plaster cracked, but she grinned and bore it like a champion, even though the walls of her womb felt like one giant cigarette burn that no one cared enough to put out.
You are Icarus incarnate, with a body stitched from wings, flying toward the sun every day no matter how low the storm clouds hover. Pretty is not a synonym for learning how to put together a body that fights itself every day with pocket knives, like assembling letters to form words that flame in the mouth. That’s called survival. Pretty is an ugly word. It leaves behind a bitter residue that apologies cannot erase. Pretty is just an excuse for playing darts with a woman’s confidence.
When told you are not pretty, always remember how your body expanded to fit its widening cage, its blooming hips, how the growing pains were less like pain and more like cracking fault lines. How your body turned itself inside out and spilled over and over again. Getting emptied is not pretty. It is dark and wounding and it requires strength enough to move mountains.
On your worst days do not look in the mirror and call yourself pretty. Call yourself trying, call yourself surviving, call yourself learning how to get through a day, a week, a month or year. Call yourself still learning. Pretty is just six letters for lipstick, false eyelashes, combs for hair that never gets tangled, not for women who earn a victory every day just managing to exist.
When told you are not pretty, do not **** in your stomach. Pretty is a discriminatory word, but having a body that knows what it wants and gets what it wants is not a hate crime. It’s a healing hymn.
Don’t forget how trees shake their last leaves in winter like they’re shedding skin from the old year. Shed pretty. Shed it now. Teach yourself to replace it with heart-wrenching, brilliant, clever, artistic, unique, understanding, fighting. Always living.
When told you are not pretty, don’t fall in love with the ground. Get back up. This is not an apocalypse; this is not the end of the world. A six-letter word doesn’t have the power to burn down every building in site or freeze the entire world in epic proportions. Your body is not wreckage or refuse left over from a world on fire. Your body is just fine.
Look in the mirror. Tell yourself, Pretty is not me. Pretty is an ugly concept. I am more.
Dec 15, 2015
Dec 15, 2015 at 6:48 PM UTC
no one really gets it..
can you really expect it??
there's no real way,
you can always have your way.
and yet we always try
pursuit of perfection til we die
not a smudge nor misplaced hair
no of course, cause somebody will see it there.
could you put down your shroud
and let someone see that you are proud
of who you are, no matter stain nor scar
cause living life on par is what most people are
or are just trying to accomplish
and some people wish
they could have your face
and are ****** with disgrace
because they can't get their blush exact
or keep their tan intact
please tell me this isn't fact
and i will prove you wrong each time
i'm done with feeling undermined
each time i go out
without make up on
because i want to feel beautiful, myself..
in my skin without your help.
Sep 20, 2015
Sep 20, 2015 at 11:38 PM UTC
going to bed happy
for the first time
in a long time
a smile
on my face
in bed with
an empty
space next to me
going to be happy
Mar 6, 2015
Mar 6, 2015 at 4:06 AM UTC
My hands are too small
I can't catch all of your pain
I wish I could save you from yourself
But I am not strong enough
To beat the darker parts of you
And the lighter parts of you
Are no match for your inner demons
But God I wish I could take your pain
And bear your burdens for you
I promise you though
You are a candle
Candles flicker
But they always flicker back to shining
There's no sense in blowing out a candle
Just because it is flickering
It will be okay.
Dec 20, 2014
Dec 20, 2014 at 4:39 PM UTC
And the stars refuse to shine
If you refuse to stay
Right beside them,
With all your beauty and light.
Nov 6, 2014
Nov 6, 2014 at 10:28 AM UTC
Long lost live.
Love long lost.
Why do we spend our lives
wishing,
wanting,
yearning,
to be skinnier,
taller,
prettier?
We were put here for so much more;
I'm not quite sure what,
But why else do the pyramids exist
and the Colosseum,
and the 7 wonders of the world
and love stories so beautiful
your heart feels like it is melting.
We are destined for more;
more than we give ourselves credit for.
Comparing yourself
to those girls in your magazine.
This is the root of all evil.
I don't believe in manipulating an picture
so it can make girls hate themselves
by creating an impossible image of beauty.
Go write a poem.
Go take a walk.
Go explore nature.
Go create something other than your
negative thoughts.
Maybe then you will start to feel beautiful.
Maybe then we can create something;
the 8th wonder of the world.
Long live love lost,
live long love which is not lost.
Oct 5, 2014
Oct 5, 2014 at 2:36 PM UTC