We are taught that
Beauty is in the
Eye of the Beholder
We always assume
This means eyes
Outside of our own
Someone not us
Is supposed to approve
Using some arbitrary standard
We seek validation
From every passerby
And shrink into ourselves
When we aren’t deemed worthy
Beauty is in the eye
Of the Beholder
But wouldn’t it be
The loveliest thing
If the only Beholder
We cared about
Was ourselves
What if the only
Standard we had to reach
Was our own
Would we finally
Understand self-love
And honor our unique beauty?
What a wild thought.
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