There is no filter that can capture true beauty. To my little sister, who sent me this picture and became a muse to these writings with her hidden struggles of her outer strengthā¦
Beautiful, when you were born
Now, fullness of curls, thick hips
A black rose full in bloom
Your laugh always ended in a curl
Fighting conformity effortlessly
Forming musical notes, perfectly
I spoke to you as a gemstone
I said never change your skin
only find yourself within it
See it as the perfect sunset
with different shades and hues
painted on the outside of you
Appreciate the rawness of truth
Fight the lies, contouring features
that make-up restrictive dreams
The mirror is not a driving test
Beauty does not need a pass mark
Smash projected imagery in half
Whilst doing so, become whole
You are beyond this realm
with understanding of your soul
Choose wisdom over vanity
Choose humility over pride
Choose yourself over society
with divine permission to thrive
But most of all choose love
to be the response to those
who cry at night wishing
to be born as someone else
Who look at their face, contorted
due to shame and rejection
of something once called beautiful
Who pinch and taunt and flex
and squeeze and breathe in tightly,
just to perform acceptance of self
Be that woman, who is quiet
when everyone else is loud,
moving freely to your sound
Be her, for everyone who lives
in the highlights, waiting to become
someone behind a box of brushes
Become a catalyst of confidence
for those who hide every morning
Say āIām beautiful, just this way.ā
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