I’ve always been after this ideal “beauty.”
Puckering up my lips to put on some red lipstick.
Putting accessories in my hair.
Opening my eyes wide to apply some mascara.
Always heard the phrase, “beauty hurts.”
Taught to straighten my hair because curls aren’t appreciated.
Taught that every hair on my body is an abomination.
Gross, you have hairy arms.
So I started removing them.
Been told that if you do not have a booty and the perfect tiny waist you are not enough for a man.
That was what I learned from shows, movies, men etc.
Now at the age I am today, I have built up the confidence I was missing at that time.
Listen, take me as I am.
I may not be tall, skinny, blond or close to what the “ideal” image is.
But isn’t who I am ideal enough?
I have inner and outer beauty.
My body is curvaceous.
My hair is full of life.
My face is smooth with or without makeup.
I am Gods creation.
My face shows a history.
Take me as I am.
No man or woman on this planet can ever tear me down because I look how I look and I love it.
I will forever love how I look.
Take it or leave it.
It’s your loss anyway.