I am me with no filter

I am pure with no filter

I am myself with no filter

As beautifui women, men, and couples descend across my Facebook feed

I stay pure, and unfiltered

But walking down the busy roads that serpentine through people like ants

I look at them

Makeup

Powder

Lipstick

Goopy Stuff.

I stay pure, and unfiltered.

I wish there was a way I could have a big majestic washcloth

It would have to be white, so I could see the residue on it's fluffy and velvety surface.

and I would wipe the artificalized faces of this earth clean.

So we can see that girl who has been hiding her insecurities.

That girl was me before I accepted myself

I had always rejected myself

and then 

I chose to live

with no filter