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.