I’m not in this dress to impress or show you interest.
My manicure, doesn’t mean I’m insecure or in need of someone to reassure.
No injections, to fix my imperfections, No Dr. to remake me into a nonexistent blur..
To tell me that my womanly curves need some type of cure..then
Show me photos of women saying I can look like her..
Her?..
Perfect silicone breasts on a magazine cover?
Photoshopped,
Cropped,
And 30 pounds dropped!
Her?…
Half of her gone,
A little giggle is wrong,
That belly fat don’t belong!
Might as well erase her and have her be gone!..
Her?..
A women!
A mother..of a son,
A wife..of a husband
A daughter..of a father and
A sister..to a brother,
Her?
Made to surrender, to your criticisms and surgical knives..
Made to believe that it is beauty that defines lives..
Oh..Her..
You mean the real women behind that magazine cover?
The unedited,
Pre-plastic, flat chested,
Wide hips and smiling lips,
Her?
No makeup wearing, don’t give a damn who’s starring,
Taking care of her business & shows you no interest.
Her? Yes
I’d prefer.
All her flaws exposed, and still her beauty shows.
And in time her skin will wrinkle,
But for her nurturing heart you will be thankful.
For we don’t remember the greatest philosophers for their looks..
We read about their lessons and actions in our history books..

By: Marina Collado

Art by:Aquasixio