The One They Cannot See

High school: cliques, bad hair, and big lips.

In college: too skinny, too confident, no hips.

The constant unwarranted commentary,

“You look good now but would look better if…”

The only body she knew had been criticized repeatedly;

Her mind and soul have been altered intermittently.

Obsessed with comparison, but afraid of rejection

Does she dare ask, what is their preference?

She finds herself responding to subliminal messages.

Am I beautiful? Or am I lacking perfection?

She attempted to manipulate the places she thought God made a mistake,

But knew it was not what was intended and determined it was too fake.

She gave up on the unnecessary changes she was trying to make.

I would say to the girl, who once was me,

To calm down and challenge every insecurity.

Because one day, there will be a girl in need,

of accepting the girl she is and not who she is trying to be.

It will happen to her much like it happened to me,

Fabrication is a fix, not something that will set you free.

So let this reminder be the one to use as your key,

They always end up loving the one, they cannot see.

May 14, 2016