Beauty Star

Why is it when I look at myself I am never pleased?

When God the father made me beautifully. 

Are the billboards & magazines the ones to blame?

If I starved myself to death , wouldn't that be a shame?


but isn't that what they're promoting ? 


Being stick thin is the route everyone's going.

We are made in different shapes & sizes,

don't modify yourself & put on disguises. 

God loves you just the way you are,

go be your own beauty star.


This poem is about: 
Our world


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