BEAUTY
I picked up a magazine one day
About as happy as I could be-
I knew that I wasnt perfect
But I knew that I was me.
I smiled at a picture.
Of a girl with light-blond hair-
Then looked at my own in the mirror
Quickly deciding that life wasnt fair.
My hair was normal brown
And I had boring greenish eyes-
I studied the beautiful blond girl
And decided I wasnt quite the right size.
Page after page I began to see
The way a young girl should be-
And suddenly I realized
I wanted that girl to be me.
Quickly I began to notice
All the things that I should change-
My eyes werent the right color
And my nose was a tad bit strange.
Brown hair wasnt quite the right shade
My body wasnt just the right size-
The girl in the picture seemed happy
And look how she's surrounded by guys!
If that girl looks so very joyful
That must be the girls should look-
And I decided as I turned the last page
That I'd do whatever it took.
After a while my hair was blond
My body much too small-
And even though I tried and tried
There was nothing to do about being too tall.
When I held the picture up to the mirror
I didnt see what I wanted to see-
I didnt become the girl in the picture
I was only the same old me.
That magazine taught me about beauty
And what all young girls should be-
But now that I've tried to do it, I wonder
Whats wrong with just being me?
-Kristy Glassen
