concepts of beauty

Eyes like stars
But she finds them too dull
Luscious ruby lips
Not full enough
Smooth curves, hourglass figure
Waist not thin enough, thighs without a gap
She shapes her body to the magazines
Cutting out the pieces that don’t fit
She covers her face with makeup
To hide her faults, her true skin
She wears long sleeves
To hide her scars
Chemicals sink into her pores
But they won’t make her look like the models on TV
Her scars can’t be seen but she still feels them
They’re etched deep into her silk skin
She can’t unsee her true face in the mirror  
As she rips off her toxic mask.
She would pay anything
She would bleed
To change this imperfectly perfect face
The beautiful image that she cannot see
Rip the flaws from her skin
Replace it with society’s accepted standard of beauty.
Her body is defective in her own eyes
Blemished, torn, faulty
She has dreams of envy stained faces glaring at
Her as she elegantly strides away into a world they could
Never touch, a place distant from her own reality.
Her skinny heart may taint that
Stunning body she’s carving out from her body
What if the world changed to make her beautiful
What if she was taught the soul is as beautiful as
A figure with the right curves. Mirrors have broken
Humanity, the distortion of true beauty by lust filled eyes
Have irreparably drowned flourishing souls
She’ll wake up in the dying winters of her youth
And realize, these concepts of beauty never
Saw the heart of her. They couldn’t see
through her perfect, unblemished skin