30/06/2021
A beautiful poem written by one of our brilliant members about our internal dialogue when it comes to how we look - please like & share, people need to read this. Thank you
I look in the mirror
And what do I see?
Is it a smiling face, looking at me?
I just see flaws, and all the lines, the light gone out in my tired eyes.
The light’s been extinguished
By all the weight
Of expectations
That seal my fate
A hidden benchmark I can’t quite grasp
I’m just ugly, and that’s a fact.
I hate my baby-face and chunky thighs,
My too-fine hair and grey-green eyes.
My stomach’s flabby, my bum too small
Is there anything I like at all?
I see your measuring stick of pouting lips
Perky b***s and perfect hips
I look around but I can’t see
Anyone who’s found
This way to be.
What about my smile, kindness and grace
Doesn’t that outshine your flawless face?
Take these standards and turn them around
Into something more profound.
Those I love, well what do I see?
Love and smiles
Character and glee
Confidence and kindness
To name just a few
Inspiring me to be someone new.
I’ll take these standards and I’ll close the door,
Because I can see there is something more
Than how I look to you or me,
From these rules, lets break free.
It might take a day, it might take a month,
It might take years
But forever’s enough
To untangle ourselves from the standards set,
That neither you or me,
Have ever met.
Because we’re more than what they say,
A body and face for which we pay,
To polish and groom and pluck away,
To meet some rules
Which are all fake.
Do it for your mothers, sisters and friends,
Your nephews and nieces, brothers and men.
Because no one’s immune to what we see,
Shoved down our throats on the internet and TV.
But most of all, do it for you
Let your inner beauty
Shine through.