What You Don't See

Beauty

Beauty

Beauty was razor-sharp cheekbones, stick-thin thighs and collarbones that stuck out with every breath

Or was that society’s interpretation of beauty?

Society, she decided, wasn’t worth listening to

Not when it told her to love herself but later drove her to the knife

Not when it claimed heartbreak at her hospital gown-clad body but secretly envied her frame

She looked down at her bony hands planted firmly on the bathroom countertop

Hands were supposed to paint, to write, to build, to draw, to create

All hers did were magic

She drew with silver

And painted with red

She was shaking now-

What had she allowed them to turn her into?

Why had she allowed them to break her?

She swallowed hard and picked up her phone

She let the bulky robe slip off her shoulders, let her broken body see the light

The mirror reflected back something ugly, something beyond repairing

But she lifted her chin along with that one forbidden finger and took a picture

One day she would post it

There would come a day when she was strong enough, when she wasn't afraid to disobey

But for now, as hot tears slid down her cheeks and her body shook with sobs,

She uttered the words alone and unheard,

"Screw you, society."

I'm back, you miss me?

Anyway, this was my attempt at something semi inspiring, and I'm not sure if I succeeded, lol.

Let me know what you thought in the comments and give me a vote if you feel it's deserving.

Thanks and love you all!