To the woman passing by.
To the girl with passion slipping in her eyes.
To the damsel in distress.
To the lady who’s about to cry.
During the moonless nights.
During the grey skies.
In between dusk and dawn.
In between triumph and fall.
Be gentle during war and horror.
Be gentle with the one in the mirror.
I have bruises that never seem to heal
Cracks on my heel
Nose that only gets pointed in some angles
With some filter, there’s that perfect beauty I steal
Increase the brightness
Remove the shadows
A little more contrast
Apply those wonder I call ugly-healing apps
Absence of gap along those thick thighs
Ugh, let’s talk about my super wide hips
So they scream right into my ear
Rise, Hudson, Valencia, LoFi
But wait, what is really there to fear?
These are flaws everyone can’t (And shouldn’t deny)
They can mock
They can critizise
But I will wear them and not apologise.
Because when I see you, I want to be able to look into your eyes
I want a consistent view of what you see in the movies
What you see at plain sight
I want the reel and real to collide.
Whatever value you wish to put in my mind I’ll let you be.
I will fix the ones I wish to not see but who I am should not be downgraded by the naturals flaws I carry.
I will try to improve, progress and reinvent myself until I reach my kind of beauty but for now, filters and editing will continue to be my mortal enemies.