She’s so Beautiful that I Think I’m Not

For a very long time, I have believed beauty to be subjective I mean, “beauty is in the eye of the beholder,” right? Or am I wrong? For I’ve seen people who are beautiful in the eyes of every beholder They’re just perfect in every way; A perfect face A perfect body Healthy, long hair Clear skin Sharp brain And to top it all, “excess money” When you meet such people, what naturally happens to you? Well, as for me, I literally freeze And I thought it was fine to be startled at how beautiful a person is until I realized that I associated the “freeze” with “she’s way better than me” So, I find myself wanting to be like her I change my wardrobe I change my skin tone I change the REAL ME To fit into a box of delusion that if I want to be as pretty as her, I have to be like her So the real me begins to fade, and I don’t even realize it “A little bit of dark knuckles is fine as long as I’m light-skinned A little bit of selling my dignity is fine as long as I spend like her” And so, I prostitute my body and my dignity Gradually, this girl loses her true identity Not what people know her to be but what she knows herself to be “I” here is not necessarily me It’s that girl who thinks, “She’s so beautiful, and I’m not” It’s that girl who thinks, “Fair is beautiful, dark is not” It’s that girl who thinks, “God is unfair” But He’s not The only person who’s unfair is YOU Unfair to yourself Unfair to your skin Why is your beauty attached to hers? YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL Because He says you are You are fearfully and wonderfully made It’s time to return to the real YOU The YOU that should Yearn to Overcome the Unchanged The unchanged narrative that you need to be like her to be beautiful The unchanged narrative that beauty is defined by your skin tone I am beautiful, I know I am You are beautiful, do you know you are?