What is pretty?

Am I pretty?

Is pretty frilly pink dresses and my hair up in curls? Or is pretty black boots, jeans, and graphic tees?

Is pretty the girls with a pound of makeup covering her “flaws”?

Or is pretty the girl who couldn’t care less about her flaws and has the muddy jeans and messy bun?

But to really understand pretty, we need to know something else first

Flaws

What are flaws?

Are flaws everything that’s wrong with you?

Your shape, size, color, gender, and opinion?

Are flaws the little things like how frizzy your hair is? Or that blemish on your face?

Are flaws what define us? Is the lack of flaws what makes us “perfect”?

Well, to understand flaws, we need to know something else first

Perfect

What is perfect?

Is it someone with no flaws? None at all? Is that possible, to have no flaws?

Is the stereotype of a Victoria’s Secret model our idea of perfect?

The girl that has the perfect blond hair, not a strand out of place

The girl who would do anything to be on the front page, with the validation of others

Is she true to herself, is she real?

Well, what’s real? How do we know?

Are makeup, lighting, and filters what make the girl on the cover of the magazine “perfect”?

Is she perfect?

Why is that the image that's flaunted as “perfect”?

So now we’re back to perfect

Are these “perfect” people what we consider pretty?

And now we're back to pretty

So you see, you get sent round and round in circles

But the question remains

What is pretty?

Willow Rose