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Ugly duckling
Let me tell you the tale of ugly duck into swan
The very worst compliment you'll ever receive
Hans Christian Anderson meets Khloe Kardashian,
And a concept curating only beauty is key.
See for me, talk of faces just fills with unease
For instantly i remember remarks made of me
Said off top of their tongue but about my body
Like they thought i was deaf, but forgot i could see
Then not liking my face from a very young age,
Mousy hair, wearing glasses,
Always thought of as plain.
How it hurt, til i stopped
and disregarded what's vain,
And then solely applied myself to my fucking brain.
See the change; my domain became books and learning
Off the validation with knowledge,
you have to earn it
But even now my self doubt is still disconcerting
Question L'oreal announcing "because we're worth it"
Young and chubby in the background hoping to blend in,
Losing weight and then told that i'm now too thin,
My tattoos aren't attractive and how I've ruined my skin,
My disorders with eating, it seems i cannot win
Am i showing too much, covered not alluring enough,
I dress too look like a boy, going on like I'm tough,
My hair is too short, am i trying to prove
that I wish i was male and "they won't fancy you"
Say you've looked to my soul,
or you value my goals,
than you view one as eyes, lips and teeth
with 2 holes
For it used to be something we couldn't control,
And yet now our aesthetics seem so tangible.
And they're drumming this shit in the heads of our girls,
My 9 year old clicked and subscribed to this world,
I looked in from afar, as her door was ajar, at a 13 year old teaching her how to contour.
She is without flaws.
Her face is perfection, but my baby can't see it within her reflection
What the fuck have we done?
When did we then succumb and normalise all these lies, like botox we are numb.
I am done.
With scrutinizing the lines that have started to creep around my hazel eyes
My fictitious 3 chins, broadcasting within how I'm trapped in a cycle and just trying to swim.
That deep ocean within and fighting the tide,
Pure reasons inside why this duck is alive
2 little ducklings that i have to show,
That there's more than just make up that makes up this world.
The very worst compliment you'll ever receive
Hans Christian Anderson meets Khloe Kardashian,
And a concept curating only beauty is key.
See for me, talk of faces just fills with unease
For instantly i remember remarks made of me
Said off top of their tongue but about my body
Like they thought i was deaf, but forgot i could see
Then not liking my face from a very young age,
Mousy hair, wearing glasses,
Always thought of as plain.
How it hurt, til i stopped
and disregarded what's vain,
And then solely applied myself to my fucking brain.
See the change; my domain became books and learning
Off the validation with knowledge,
you have to earn it
But even now my self doubt is still disconcerting
Question L'oreal announcing "because we're worth it"
Young and chubby in the background hoping to blend in,
Losing weight and then told that i'm now too thin,
My tattoos aren't attractive and how I've ruined my skin,
My disorders with eating, it seems i cannot win
Am i showing too much, covered not alluring enough,
I dress too look like a boy, going on like I'm tough,
My hair is too short, am i trying to prove
that I wish i was male and "they won't fancy you"
Say you've looked to my soul,
or you value my goals,
than you view one as eyes, lips and teeth
with 2 holes
For it used to be something we couldn't control,
And yet now our aesthetics seem so tangible.
And they're drumming this shit in the heads of our girls,
My 9 year old clicked and subscribed to this world,
I looked in from afar, as her door was ajar, at a 13 year old teaching her how to contour.
She is without flaws.
Her face is perfection, but my baby can't see it within her reflection
What the fuck have we done?
When did we then succumb and normalise all these lies, like botox we are numb.
I am done.
With scrutinizing the lines that have started to creep around my hazel eyes
My fictitious 3 chins, broadcasting within how I'm trapped in a cycle and just trying to swim.
That deep ocean within and fighting the tide,
Pure reasons inside why this duck is alive
2 little ducklings that i have to show,
That there's more than just make up that makes up this world.
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