Don’t define beauty as the kind you see online

In the magazines and the tabloids

Where they boast about that hourglass shape 

And give us examples of what we don’t have

I once saw this infomercial, where they changed this girl’s appearance

From eyes, lips, nose, to overall face

It made me open my cell phone camera 

Only then I started to question myself, maybe it’s time for a change

I could tell you what this feels like

A heart that chips second by second

Not wanting my own clothes to be my size anymore

Realizing that maybe this smile isn’t as pretty as I thought 

A photo may just be a photo 

But when the media calls Gigi Hadid gorgeous

How do I fill the gap that makes me look like her

How do I make them call me beautiful too

It’s when I stare deeply into the mirror

Twenty-something minutes of small, dark eyes and too tan of skin

I honestly can’t change who I am

I want to be comfortable with what I see 

Let us show them what we are made of, hearts they can never take away

On our journey to correcting the media, we must first know the truth

Define beauty as this;

It’s always gonna be you.