Maybelline poisoned me
I wasn't born with it
So she insisted I rub this unknown mystery crap on my face
The perfect shade of Barely Breathing Caucasian
Then touch-ups with
White as a Fucking Corpse
She told me with her help I would be somewhat presentable
Then she sent me over to her frenemy

Merle Norman
She took a brush and decorated me with 
Bloody Rose Rouge 
Just to bring life to my face after the deathly dose of foundation
Then for my eyes there was
Midnight Belladonna Purple
To bring out my eyes like they were the only beautiful thing I had
As I shuddered when she pulled out a vile of
Ode to the Ruby Poison
Paint for my lips
She said "Hold still"
"It's not like womanly to fight"
When I began to feel defeat, the worst was yet to come

Weight Watchers eyed me up, down, side to side
The the beast whispered
"You simply won't do"
For months and for years I starved
Until I myself was afraid on a single crumb
I simply refused to eat anymore
Watching my body shrink from size 13
11
9
7
5
3
1
Until zero would no longer grasp my body
The beast smiled and said
"You're ready, my friend."

When I could barely stand on my own
High Fashion grabbed me by the hand
And she tore the tank-top, hoodie, and jeans right off my body
She pulled out a barely there black dress and forced me into it
Then High Fashion throw out my sandals 
And she pulled out eight inch  silver Stiletto's
I sighed and slipped them on

High fashion handed me over to Perfect Hair
Perfect Hair scolded me because my hair was
"Too short, too brown, thus too ugly"
The Perfect Hair sent me to Beautiful Skin
I was insulted for being "too pale on the body and too red with acne on the face"
And Beautiful Skin sent me to "True Woman"

"True Woman"
Taught me that I could never be beautiful without being false
The make-up and the clothes were life
The longer she spoke
The more I believed
Every second resulted in years of brainwashed blissful mistakes
And I found myself  a product of beauty

I stood to leave
But I collapsed 

Over my deathbed
Weight Watchers blamed the food
Merle Norman called Maybelline a bitch
And Maybelline said it was my fault I didn't fight back
Merle Norman just stared at the floor

High Fashion, Perfect Hair, and Beautiful Skin frowned
They said I would be missed
But only from buying their products and sending them their paychecks
Perfect Woman was off beating another girl

But for me death never seemed so cold
Just as the light of  a short lived purgatory engulfed me
I was filled with the ages
"Beauty is a short lived tyranny"
Because
"Beauty and folly are old companions"

For the first time it dawned on me

"The beauty of a woman is not in a facial mode
But the true beauty of a woman is reflected in her soul.
It is the care that she lovingly gives
The passion that she shows.
The beauty of a woman grows within the passing years "

"The beauty of a woman must be seen from in her eyes
Because that is the doorway to her heart
The place where love resides."

I woke up and tore off false mask of today's beauty
My body gained life again
And for once in this lifetime
I was loved
I was beautiful

Beautiful Me
Beautiful You
Beautiful World
Beautiful Forever