Beauty standards are overrated,
I open up a magazine girls thin and lean,
Models with pale skin and no flaws.
No stretch marks, freckles, scars, or bulge,
Photoshop and over confidence.
I look in the mirror and I see,
Imperfection staring back at me,
I feel ugly,
Comparing myself to them, I feel worthless.
But I am strong
I have lost somebody and been bullied,
My flaws do not define me.
I am strong
Strong enough to be happy with myself,
I am not perfect but that is enough for me.