We are trained to look and dress a certain way,
Fearing what others might say.
The cage of expectation,
Becomes our thought’s foundation.

The society fabricates a rule book,
That exactly tells us how to look.
“You must be this skinny,”
“You must be this tall,”
And “you must have clear skin that instantly attracts all.”

Our notion of self-image changes completely,
As we perceive ourselves based on people’s judgments bleakly.
In the pursuit of happiness,
And in the quest for acceptance,
We try to match the ideal parameters of color, shape, size and weight,
But what we acquire is only repentance.

Our finishing lines,
Seem to become our new starting lines.
Because the definition of beauty modifies,
And thus, our desire of being perfect crucifies.

Well, in all this hustle and bustle,
We forget to love our permanent abode,
And think beyond our curves or scars and the needless load.
Our bodies are our first and last home,
And whether our face is circular and whatever is its chrome,
That’s our naturalness,
And it should be treated with complete benevolentness.

We are not just about symmetry,
With a defined perimetery.
We are all multidimensional,
Undefined and immeasurable.

So let’s scream this loud and proud,
That we are not worthless,
And we are not less.
We have our own body, definitely not a mess,
Self-love and confidence should be our only dress,
And rest of it is just unnecessary stress.

SO NEXT TIME INSTEAD OF
“MIRROR MIRROR ON THE WALL TELL ME IF I AM PRETTY OR NOT?”
IT SHOULD BE
“MIRROR MIRROR ON THE WALL I KNOW THAT I’M HAPPY WITH ALL I GOT!”