Beauty, a derogator for those who don’t possess,
Who prick and pry to look their best
Only to find it does not help
To ruin one’s self to win another’s attention,
Perfect, a description of the impossible
Why practice and practice if you can’t reach
This goal of attraction, of which you speak
Why change yourself, for others nonetheless
Imperfection, the common beauty with which all are blessed
All of our beauty is placed in our individualization
Noses, breasts, hair, body, why compare to others,
Be yourself, love your body, find beauty in imperfection
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