I’m tired now.
I’m tired of seeing these airbrushed models, boasting of the natural looks, plastered in every magazine, every page of the books.
I’m tired of men holding their pencils, designing how I should be, in a man perfect world I’ll never feel free.
I’m tired now of not feeling enough, feeling depleted and feeling stuck. I’m tired of being told I’m not aesthetically pleasing, and having to accept the mans awkwardness, all of that sleazing.
I’m tired of painting my nails and colouring my hair; on a one woman mission to get men to stare.
I’m tired of swapping and changing to try and fit in, for what? A strangers grin.
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Author:
G F L (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: June 24th, 2020 19:43
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In this day and age when expectations of how you look seem to be so important I don't think that it is right, to see somebodies beauty all you need to do is look into their eyes, that is where the beauty of the person can be seen.
Andy
No changing or trying to fit in required
Your words have made a stranger grin
Sounds like you are forming into exactly who you should be
Lucky us
Always enjoy what you have to say
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