A few minutes later she takes a deep breath and opens the drawer
Takes out a box and observes it for quite a whileq
She takes out a blood red lip color and begins to apply
While applying the lipstick she remembers how exciting dressing up was to her when she was a child
When she was still skinny
With the small waist, smaller thighs
With the right look of perfection
This red color is much brighter to her than now
The bangles in her hand are much more fascinating than what they really are
She recalls the days when she used to steal her mother's makeup kit, She recalls how her mother used to beat her up as if she had committed some heavy sin
Her eyes were much sparkling when she was a little kid
Now even the coal pencil cannot bring that shine again
She stands up without any emotions, She is as blank as a white paper.
Her long black hair and wide eyes compliment her outfit completely.
Oh how beautiful she looks but something is missing.
There is no happiness on the face of the girl who always loved to look pretty.
She is living the nightmare of most women her age.
How unfair her life is she thinks, with this thought, tears roll down.
She takes a deep breathe and controls her emotions.
Her room is that of a classic fanciful woman.
Her movement is that of a graceful lady
But for her this is nothing of value for everything she is, is reflected by her face.
This room was decorated for her like this everyday,
Shes the spitting image of broken woman.
She fears she is more scar than skin. More salt than water.
More fat than normal.
With deep dark black chocolate skin
But she ain't gonna make it unless she ain't got that light buttercup skin
Society will fight her because shes no longer the carrier of a stereotypical curvy woman
To say fat don't mean curvy
Nights haunt her, moons scare her.
She hates to be alone
To not also have the touch of a man caress her inner thighs
To not have the touch of a men, whose long hands wrap around her neck as he whispers some sweet words into her ear
Ticklish...
Tick
Tick
Tick
Men frighten her.
For too long, they have rejected her.
Now she knows why her mother used to stop her whenever she said she wants be like her,
Now she knows why her mother cried whenever she hugged her.
These bangles are fetters to her, All the colours are not so happy for her. Her innocence is lost somewhere, she don't even remember when she laughed last without faking.
She is like a body without soul. She is like a night with no moon.
If only knew she was beautiful
An that beauty doesn't always come on tv screens and magazines
So its okay to no be pretty enough
Its okay to not feel the flaws nibbling at the core of ones heart
Its the scars that make us beautiful
Its the scars that turn to silver and gold
Beauty is beyond the mirrors view,
Beauty defeats peoples opinions,because its more than that.
Beauty is learning to be satisfied with self and not comparing yourself to others,
Beauty is loving and respecting yourself,
Beauty is a loving heart,
Beauty is a beautiful soul...
Beauty is empathy,
Its love,
Its a heart that cares,
Its the eyes that see beyond the appearance,
Its the lips that speak peace and laughter and love,
Its the body that feels the beat of good music,
Its simply not enough beauty to reflect on the beauty that doesn't matter
If only she could stare deeper in her soul and say
"Hie, I am an ordinary woman
Certainly no movie star looks
I think I am a bit overweight
And have quiet personality
a bit conservative really.
But I'm sure you will love me"
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