Mirror, Mirror on the Wall

       Beauty, what is it to you? When you look at yourself in the mirror, do you see a beautiful person? Or are you disgusted by yourself? Everyday young women look in the mirror and see themselves as something unattractive. They put themselves down, because they think they aren’t good enough.
       Today in this society, it is all about beauty and what people think beauty is. But what this society says about beauty is not true. Celebrities tell us that if we are skinny, we are pretty. If we have flat stomachs and no fat then we fit in. They say that beauty is about what they can see. But is that really true?
     
      Admit it, you have looked at a magazine cover, you’ve seen the skinny model with perfect straight teeth, the absolute perfect tan (in the middle of winter?) and the all known, flat stomach. And how did that make you feel when you saw that? If you’re saying you have never felt bad about yourself after that, then you are lying to yourself. All teenage girls have looked at a magazine and thought that they want to look like that model at least once. I’ll be the first to admit to it. 
     
      What has this society and it’s way of thinking led us to? Eating disorders and depression. When girls look in the mirror, all they see are their imperfections; they don’t see the real beauty in them. They see fat, rolling off of them. They see one small zit, and think it is the end of the world, when really it isn’t. That is not beauty. At least not in my book.
     
     Well I am here to tell you, that beauty is not what we think it is. Beauty is you. Beauty is me, and beauty is every girl that is herself. I truly believe that beauty is when someone is them selves. When they do not worry what others think and just live their life, because in the end, why be a false-sense of beauty rather than being the person you were meant to be. You, yes you reading this, are beautiful. And if you are a guy and you’ve stuck till the end, then I have one piece of advice for you about beauty. Choose the girl that is beautiful from the inside out. She will stay beautiful longer than the girl fitting to fit the mold.
           Be you. Because you are beauty in yourself.

No Fear In One Dip- Imagery Poem

Murky water watches me as I walk slowly toward it

It stretches out to me,

My body,

Wanting to jump in

Enjoy the coolness of a summer swim,

Feel the water against my cool skin.

The water calls my name,

A name no one else knows.

She watches me hesitate,

Knowing I don’t know what to do.

She tells me I’m stupid,

For not trusting her.

She tells me that she won’t hurt me.

Will she?

Can I trust the foggy mess, I see?

So innocent looking,

The creatures swimming down below,

They tell me they are safe.

They yell at me,

Saying I am just a naïve girl.

They tell me just to forget everything else,

And take the plunge.

The pressure,

To jump into the calm water.

It invites me in by just one simple look.

Tempting me, to try, just once it says.

No hurt in one time.

No fear in one dip.

A step back,

A moments look,

A swift jump in.

Cool water covers me.

The murky mess leaves while I am there.

A relaxing place.

Water whispers words to me,

Words that only we two know.

Words that make me stay by her side.

A sense of power,

A feeling of security.

No one can catch me now.

No one can tell me this is wrong.

Swimming on the surface,

Gets so tiring,

Paddling through the mess,

Will just get dull.

And once you start sinking there is just no going back.

the bottom is near.

As the water leaves you out to drown.

Was it worth it in the end?

Just one dip

Just one swim

Turned into a power trip.

No one else can rescue me now,

But myself.

Swim back up through the murkiness

Waiting for my lifeless body.

Until someone sees a fragile form,

And yanks me back up to reality.  

Maybe no one will,

No one will help this mess I am.

Will I sink, into the darkness?

That’s what I deserve after all.

The dip,

Is done.

Power trip is over,

for good this time.

Do You Remember- ABC Poem

A simple wind, floating from above,

Boys and girls, running through mounds of leaves,

Collected together for that very moment.

Do you remember those days?

Every day, running around the neighborhood.

Forgetting the world behind us.

Grass marks on our already muddy clothes.

Hills that we had just discovered then conquered a day.

I remember the triumphant look we had when we took on a new adventure.

Just a usual day, to everyone else.

Kings would bow down to us, the queens.

Little moments, are what we lived for.

Mounts of dirt, turned into kingdoms,

No one knew of our grand world

Only if they saw it; Saw the

Pearls made of stones,

Queens of the world is what we were.

Remember those times we had?

Stretching for the sky,

Turning a simple thing into magic.

Until dinner time.

Victory we rejoiced,

We were just ordinary girls, after all.

X marked the spots where new treasures awaited.  

You remember?

Zooming through the wind?