Hues of orange splash the sky
Splattered like magnificent painting greeting the early commuters off to work
I sigh a little as I saw only a glimpse of it
I wanted to pause the moment before the busy day and just bask in awe under it
The sun showing its glow but not quite the full show
I take a photo of it in my mind and I smile inwardly thinking how beautiful the day will be
I found a letter addressed to me
I read it slowly and carefully
“Hey beautiful! Remember you are beautiful…
In every single way
No matter what you feel each day.
Do not let the scale’s number or the clothing size define you.
You are wonderful and beautiful despite what some other people might say…
Despite what you might say to yourself.
You’re not perfect but you are unique so stop trying to fit in.
Be bold yet simple
Be delicate but strong
Be your awesome you!
There will be people who will put you down.
Society will try to change you to fit the norm.
But remember, you are loved and should learn to love yourself.
Most of all, remember that I love you.”
The letter ended and it was signed by me.
Orange was the sky
Burning brightly yonder.
The west was still dark and sleepy
But the east was bright and awake.
I took a snapshot of the beauty in my mind
To help me get through the day ahead.
And then sometimes I want to write about sadness
Sometimes it’s a song about love
And then at times about heartbreak
Sometimes it’s about life and acknowledging the existence of death
Then sometimes I write about nothing
About no one
About the world and the beauty it has despite the darkness it also holds
With all the sometimes, often I write with the aim not to please others
But just to bring joy
Everything is wonderful and magical in the eyes of an innocent child.
The world is fun to explore and you just want to jump and run wild!
Curious of many things, everywhere you turn is whimsical.
In awe with a lot of things that seem astronomical.
You see beauty through your innocent eyes.
As for me, you are the beauty and it’s no surprise.
Just another way of saying ugly
As if it hurts less
Should one say “un-thin” then, to make it sound less negative?
Everybody looks pretty
Seems perfect and flawless
I am plain
How beautiful her smile was
She couldn’t fit the standard of society
So she stopped trying to be it’s impossible beauty
She walked lighter and judged herself less
She didn’t care if others thought she was a mess
She no longer waited to be called beautiful
She was unperfect and for her, this was more acceptable
I want to cry, I want to hide
I want to be where I’m alone
Where no one can hurt me
The media, the TV, they tell and show you things of what beauty should be
And I am a fool enough to believe them
I am blinded
I do not see myself.
I try to fit in but I just can’t
Or maybe I never wanted to
But it hurts when you try to stand up for yourself
While their boots of shaming are keeping you to the ground.
So I wish for days of alone time
With no one to tell me I’m not worth it
I try and heal the scars before they start creating new one’s again.