Beauty

Beauty

A Poem by Courtney Hough
"

The worlds take on beauty

"

There I stood,

entranced in the mirror.

Their perception of beauty,

my imperfections, my greatest fear.


I removed my clothes,

let down my hair.

gazing at my body,

brings great despair.


The world appears in my mirror,

gorgeous women who starts to speak.

"You could be beautiful,

just a few things to tweak."


I looked at the world,

the beauty she was.

she studied my face,

then looked to my bust.


"Let's start with the basics!"

She came through the glass,

standing beside me,

"it's time at last!"


She pulled out a knife,

cutting off half my waist.

as I started to cry she shushed,

"no fat! Not one trace!"


She grabbed the excess,

and put it in my chest.

puts her hands to her hips,

winking, "I'm impressed!"


She worked down my legs,

trimming them down too.

They became so small,

Who am I now...who?


I looked at the world,

and she began to change.

not beauty like before,

but becoming strange.


She came to my face,

a smile from her lips.

"Got to shape those cheeks,

like we did your hips!"


She was smearing on makeup,

and lengthening my hair.

she had me close my eyes,

"Wait right there."


You're almost ready,"

said the world, "now you belong."

I opened my eyes,

"No," I cried, "this is wrong."


Who was I now?

My body fragile and small.

"is this me?

I didn't recognize at all.


I stood there,

the world by my side.

Bringing my hands to my face,

and beginning to cry.


I looked at the world,

we both looked fake.

but she still smiled,

admiring this mistake.


As we looked in the mirror,

we bean to grow old.

buying into the lie,

the world cleverly sold.


and I bought it,

it led to my demise.

what people don't know,

the world is the devils disguise.


As we withered away,

we began to die.

"I see the cost of beauty now,

it's an unaffordable lie."

 

© 2016 Courtney Hough


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Women see such a different thing when they look at themselves in a mirror.. And life and other people make judgments against the body.. I wrote a poem of my own about women it is called "Heart and Soul".. I don't think women need to listen to the outside judgment but listen to their own hearts.. There is no such thing as a flaw when that woman may just be perfect to the one who loves them.

Posted 6 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Courtney Hough

6 Years Ago

I'll for sure go and read that! Thanks for the review:)



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This is tremendous!!!

How beautifully you been presented the very reality of modern life where everyone is just looking be smarter, taller, better looking, everything about physical outward appearance but no one sees the heart... We watch ourselves in the mirror and wish to be beautiful like the other person... When we are thin, we eat eat and eat and when we reach to the middle age we watch ourselves in the mirror and say "Oh no!!!! I'm so fat", then hit the gym to get fitter... This is a how we are treating ourselves...

Such a brilliant concept, with a powerful message that is inherent in its design...

Sincerely
Dhiman

Posted 7 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Courtney Hough

7 Years Ago

Dhiman your reviews are awesome. Thanks so much for reading this:)

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