Skinny little waist, chiseled face,
taut and toned muscles,
the hourglass shape
that never-ending list
of presumably the perfect figure.
One never really fits in,
does not qualify
on the scales of beauty.
The exquisiteness
of heart and soul,
largely overlooked.
That skin-deep concept
equally cosmeticized.
The various versions of beauty,
the uniqueness of our blemishes,
the imperfections of being human
wilting and withering
in the race of looking beautiful.
Wonderfully made,
inevitably flawed
yet masterpieces,
in their own respects,
every single one,
craving acceptance.
Beautiful, you are.
All of you,
what and who you are.
Just believe and be.
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