Hearts and thumbs up seem to feed our souls 

We feel the need to recieve validation by the touch of others through a screen

If we are not what they call attractive we hate ourselves

But why? Who are they to judge

Countless of followers but is anyone down for the cause?

Why do feel like we can only love ourselves if others love us too?

What makes us beautiful to one person and hideous to another?

Too skinny, but too fat

His hair is too long, her hair is too short

Will we ever be good enough?

But who are we trying to be good for?

Who are they to judge?

I put on makeup they tell me " try to be true to you"

I show off my body they tell me "leave a little mystery"

But they will never be satisified.

Who are they to judge?

Do we all not live on the same planet? 

Do we all not  bleed?

Why is it so important for others to love me?

Not anymore 

No more filters

No more flattering poses

No more makeup

I want to embrace myself

I am my canvas 

I am a rare piece of artwork

There will always be others who love me and those who hate me

But all that matters is that I am, me

Me the girl with curves like a race track

The girl who likes to keep to herself because she is too scared to let anyone in

The girl who smiles all the time

The girl who is somehow sarcastic, and sweet

I am that girl who will try a million new adventures and still lust for more

I am the hopeless romantic

The Jersey girl with California dreams

The girl with a smile, that can light up an arena

The girl who can't make a single decision on her own

I am the girl who puts her happiness before others

I am the girl with the big curly hair and light brown eyes

I am the girl who loves herself

I am perfectly imperfect