Written on 03.05.19
She looks in the mirror, bitter at what she sees.
Flaws and imperfections; it's a part of being
human in this world, and she knows she's not called to be
a replication of the girls who have a thousand something
"likes" on their photos, or the girls who spill the tea.
She's called to be beautiful and beautiful is already she.
A t the latest hour, in here rawest form is when you'll see
a girl with no make-up on, just living carefree.
Hidden from a world who tries to make oneself believe,
that there is one specific type of beauty to be achieved.
there are moments,
moments she finds herself lonely,
fingers scroll effortlessly through her instagram feed,
almost as if they were hungry for validity.
it came back
all those mornings, struggling to find the "right" clothes to wear
all those nights, practicing how to do her hair
all those memories, trying to conform to the world's ideals
it all came flooding back.
And she knows very well of what needs to be done next
yet bitter feelings linger at the back of her head.
you are beautiful, my dear
you are my masterpiece
you capture the mind's eye and the soul's heart
She remembers who she is and what she sees
definitely not a reflection of society
though sometimes the doubts creep and feen
she remembers that her God doesn't make terrible things
she is the beautiful sound of waves crashing against the shore
she is the sunset that paints the sky burnt orange-yellow
she is the wind that moves all the surfaces of the earth
she is a reflection of Christ in real life.