Beautiful Me

Images firing,
                              Uploading.
Thoughts requiring,
                              Into my brain.
Full attention,
                    Merging.
For reinvention,
                      Becoming.

Everywhere I look
images becoming
the norm
the mainstream
the everything.
No strength,
to deny
the things I see
no more
can I know
what beauty is to me.

Lash extentions,
bleaching skin,
can see my roots,
lips too thin.

Too fat too skinny,
nail polish,
boobs and bums,
my esteem the aim to demolish.

Who am I to be?
When beautiful is denied?
Exclusive
to those with money
plastic surgery
to become THAT honey.

So many images,
telling me I'm wrong,
telling me I'm ugly,
telling me I'm fat...
But, can someone set me free?

Can someone agree?
That I am

a beautiful ME.