Acceptance

I've met girls who cut
to feel empty from pain.
Girls who starve themselves
to be a skeletal frame.
Because pretty is perfect,
and perfect you're not.
I've seen girls with burn marks
inflicted by their hand.
I've seen girls in tears
their wills too broken to stand.
Girls with curves
and girls with edges.
Girls with cracks and
imperfections.
And you wonder why we can't see
what 'beauty' has done to girls like you and me.
Molded them
folded them
destroyed them
and turned them
into drones
into plastic
into cards
and people play them.
Yet we will complain
of a world lacking 'sane'.
Say society tries to
mold you
fold you
destroy you
and force you to change.
We say it's wrong
yet we push each other,
all these girls we tear down.
We destroy,
we are destruction.
Yet we will say we support
a woman's love for her body,
her heart, hair and face.
But we destroy.
Because we are the predators
of a heartless race.
We're the girls laughing at girls
with scars on their face.
Why can' we just love what we see in the mirror.
Fuck the people who tell you you need to be thinner.
Love your body.
Love your smile.
Love your curves and your edges.
You may be surprised,
but it all starts with you own acceptance.