We yearn for perfection
Observing our canvas of skin
Observing our bodies’ architecture
Wanting to fit in social trends.
We strive to put our identity into a specific aesthetic,
Yearning for the validation of likes,
Wanting praise that is just as empty.
We want to achieve flawless skin
a perfect, symmetrical face,
Beauty that goes way deeper than the surface.
Aesthetics are just lost souls trying to group themselves;
We judge and compare ourselves,
We are hard on ourselves and tear each other apart
Wishing we were born differently.
We ask ourselves why we couldn’t look like someone else,
Doing all but realizing the beauty we already embody–
Real, natural, and imperfect beauty.
Take off the masks and show you true unfiltered beauty,
Let yourself be viewed with your all-authentic imperfections.
Show your own individuality,
Do not let ugly souls bring your beautiful soul down.
We are all imperfect;
We sit behind a screen viewing people’s fake lives,
Viewing all social standards of what is beautiful,
But beauty is just a spectrum.
Love yourself, as you are a work of art.
No matter what anyone says, embrace your own beauty.
Rewrite the beauty standards given.
Define your own beauty:
Your story is waiting to be told.
Shine on your unfiltered and imperfect soul,
The world shall awaken to the true definition of what beauty is