Beauty Is Pain

It mesmerises me,

how nowadays,

women do not

feel comfortable in

their own skin.

Their mind is flushed

by the thoughts that

a surgery will make them

be seen as beautiful.

"Good morning Doc

Change everything about me.

Make me look like one of them"

And by them she refers to

the social standard set for women.

So to yield under her command

He starts making

her body the sketch

pad, one marker,

a couple of lines,

and there we go,

just a couple

surgeries go in

between.

She'll be bruised,

she'll be in pain,

This isn't healthy,

no it isn't.

Yet as they say,

"Beauty is pain"

so she swallows the

painkillers, hoping much

won't kill her.

And she became

"Beautiful" in the eyes

of the devil, the men,

and maybe herself,

But in the process,

she lost something,

she'll never get back,

The love she had

for herself,

she prefers the agony

and the pain,

Than learning how

to love herself,

her beautiful stretch

marks and scars,

her cellulite

and her freckles.

She forgot how to

love the person,

her mum was put

in a dreadful labour

to conceive.

But in the end

She'll sleep peacefully

tonight, the pain was

"Worth it"

<3