Innocent little girls
Play dress-up, and make-up
Beauty shop Barbie
and sets of glittery blush
because they learn
That imperfection is not tolerated
in this lopsided world.
Confidence is dead.
We have been deceived
into thinking perfection
is the only thing worth taking pride in.
when you look in the mirror,
what do you notice first?
Your flaws?
Or your beauty?
[How about your beautiful flaws?]
Beauty smells sour.
Brittle frames attached to skin.
Magazines tell girls:
How to look, how to dress, how to talk,
how to be "slim, chic, and sexy,"
how to touch and be touched,
how to love and be loved.
Their covers beaconing insecurity.
"Just 6 weeks to a slimmer you!"
"Look pretty NOW!"
"7 things guys notice instantly!"
"Perfect skin forever!"
Who are they to me how to be me?
I refuse to be bruised by the apparition
that beauty is defined as
double zeros, flawless tans, and stiletto heels.
I will not be the refection of some girl in a magazine.
A model will not be my mirror image.
I'm a genuine individual, and so are you.
That's my definition of beauty.
Monday, November 9, 2009
Regarding the Fabrications and Facades of Beauty:
Posted by shineliketinfoil at 7:55 AM
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3 comments:
This is so true. I like how you take the line "slim sheek and sexy" because everyone knows that's all girls wanna be and you voice your opinion of how you don't like this idea magazines are giving us. I agree with you! :] This is an amazing poem!
Your poem reminds me of this Audrey Hepburn quote, "For beautiful eyes, look for the good in others; for beautiful lips, speak only words of kindness; and for poise, walk with the knowledge that you are never alone." It is not the same message, but still you both speak of beauty in a fresh way. This poem is beautiful in the most genuine way.
ayla,
you almost have a natural talent for writing, your style3 always seems to amaze the way you take a regular issue and sculpt it into an elegant poem.
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