Filters to fabricate perfection
Fillers, pigments, and scalpels
For anxiety
But you’re only as beautiful
As the lens through which
You see yourself.
The cardboard box on your doorstep
Is an illusion
Beauty is depth, essence
Like the surging scent of jasmine —
Spilling into every space you enter
A thousand smiles
Etched into
Every part of you
The confidence you have
To stand naked
On a mountaintop
And smile into the wind
Beauty is the rawness
That’s left when the mask
Shatters on the floor
And your light radiates.
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