Pretty
I’m not interested in ‘pretty',
The television fantasy of reality,
Boxed up and bow-tied.
That pre-packaged, overpriced
Slice of life
Bought and sold by the pound
Of flesh,
That one-size-fits-all
(Except you)
Kind of beauty.
Give me flaws and faults,
Hills and valleys,
A crooked smile
And miles of interesting skin.
I don’t need made-up and maxed-out,
Sucked in or thinned down.
I want to see what’s real,
In all of its abstract
And unconventional glory:
Asymmetrical faces,
Lived-in bodies with scars
And traces of the story
Of someone who is just not quite right
For a modeling career.
I want to see the face behind the mask,
Natural-born,
Unadorned,
Non conformed.
Perfection is a myth,
Beauty is chaos.
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