She tugs at her shirt in an insecure manner
Worried that everyone is looking at her
Whispers surround her as she proceeds
Her mind races, "I know that they're talking about me."
She glances down at her shoes to monitor her stride
To fall in front of this crowd, would surely be a crime
Who is this woman that constantly fidgets?
She's not one woman, but every woman, even though we don't like to admit
We've all experienced those moments when our self-esteem lacks
And insecurity begins to breathe down our backs
Our thoughts suddenly so in the negative direction
We begin to feel awkward when facing our own reflection
We let the videos and media mold and shape us
Not realizing that these things only rape us
They rape our minds,
Don't you see them when you look in the mirror
Each complaint about your body, makes the scars clearer...
My hair is too short, my breast are too small
Life would be much better, If only I were tall
My skin is too dark, my teeth are not straight
I have definitely got to skip the biscuits on my next plate
My smile should be brighter and my skin should have no flaws
If only I could change it all...
But you can't, so just get over it and let things be
Learn how not to doubt your outer beauty
And please don't disregard the loveliness within
Because that is where the true beauty begins
Stop pulling at your shirt and looking down when you walk
And if you have something to say, then hold your head high when you talk
Never be ashamed to be who you are
Ladies, I think its time we embraced those invisible scars
Copyright © Sheri Smith