this poem is about societies interpretations of beauty and how beauty an only really be achieved by loving yourself.

When we speak of beauty we imagine pale white faces with rose tainted cheeks

or the flowing down hair fresh from the boutiques

Or those blood red stained lips which are so commonly seen

on the front of some flashy style magazine

But beauty's not a tan or being size two

real beauty is achieved by just being you

so be proud of your scars

and that spot in your cheek

because those are the things

that make you unique

 so keep saying you're beautiful

whatever you are

keep saying you're beautiful....

and you will go far.

The End

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