Just another poem about beauty,
and what it really means to me.
Beauty is inside they say,
if only life really was that way.
My hair isn't cut and styled right,
I still have braces and an overbite.
My skin is pale and not too clear,
but that's still no reason to judge and jeer.
I still have fat around my waist,
I don't have a champagne fashion taste.
I'm a little short and I like it that way,
I'm just me and that's okay.
I'd rather not be another pretty face,
with table manners and perfect grace.
Who I am is fine with me,
Even if you don't agree.