Being beautiful makes society lie to everyone. Am I being protected or falsified in the face of a magazine utopia? What makes a pretty face or who measures what is intended to be beautiful? If I am supposed to live up to this measurement then I will fail, I will not be considered worth because my looks will not uphold me. Beautiful. It's a word that we can smile or cringe at. Beautiful. It's the word that measures a multitude of physical and emotional aspects. Beautiful. It has become the vain of our existence. If being beautiful means I have to transform into who I wasn't meant to be, then I will lose. If being beautiful means that only by physical standards I will find a prince, then that measuring stick was never meant for me. I can put on a mask and hide because then I will be acceptable, but only then. And why? Because in any other sense, being adorned without looks or a goddess complex will not get me a second glance or even a first chance. If it is only that I am best when I am "ugly" then I will take that chance. If it means then that I will have a beautiful heart then I will take it. If it means that I can grow old and my heart will remain the same then I can face it.
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