2 years ago
I am not princess Snow White,
I am not the fairest in the land,
This was an insecurity of mine,
That I felt like I was always over tanned.
In elementary we had dramas,
My friends were princesses and fairies,
While I stood there in a green costume,
Playing the role of a frog, that I liked barely.
I had frizzy short hair
and a really weird jaw line,
I wish I looked like the Barbie dolls I played with,
Ever since I was less than nine.
I was always overweight,
And I used to sweat a lot,
I thought girls weren’t supposed to be that way,
At least that was what I’d been taught.
So I put on some makeup,
And got my body waxed,
“why are you doing this”
gently my mother asked.
I told her how I wanted to be beautiful,
Like all the other girls in school,
I hated being the invisible one,
I was craving to be cool.
As middle school got over,
I started realizing a lot more,
I was invisible not because of my looks,
but because I had been hiding behind a self-made door.
As high school started,
I slowly began going out,
The door which I had built,
was falsely designed, No doubt.
I got more confident
and I stopped trying to be someone else,
I felt more beautiful day by day,
And I started loving myself.
Fairness isn’t beauty,
looks barely matter at all,
It’s your heart and your personality that count,
And you realize you don’t need to be a Barbie doll.