𝕭𝖊𝖆𝖚𝖙𝖞 𝖎𝖘 𝖆 𝕱𝖚𝖈𝖐𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝕷𝖎𝖊 (𝕬𝖓𝖉 𝖄𝖔𝖚 𝕶𝖓𝖔𝖜 𝕴𝖙)

Beauty is a Fucking Lie (And You Know It)

Okay, so I'm staring at my reflection again, and it's the same old story. Same tired eyes, same messy hair, same feeling like I'm wearing a mask that doesn't quite fit. And it makes me think... what the hell is "beauty" anyway?

Seriously.

Because I see these magazines, these TV shows, these people who are supposed to be the epitome of perfection, and it makes me wanna puke. Airbrushed smiles, plastic bodies, and souls as empty as a goddamn abandoned church. That's not beauty. That's a goddamn facade.

They tell you to be thin, to be blonde, to have perfect skin. They tell you to hide your flaws, to cover up your scars, to pretend you're happy even when you're screaming inside. They want you to be a goddamn doll.

But I'm not a doll. I'm a human being.

And my beauty? It isn't about how I look on the outside. It's about the storm raging inside me. It's about the scars that tell my story. It's about the tears I've cried, the battles I've fought, and the feelings I'm not afraid to show.

It's about my passion, my creativity, my vulnerability. It's about the way I see the world, even when it's ugly. It's about my broken heart, and the way I still manage to beat.

So, next time you look in the mirror, don't focus on the things you think you should change. Look deeper. Look for the real you.

Look for the beauty that comes from within.

Because that's the only beauty that matters.

The beauty of a soul that's been through hell and back, and still manages to shine.

Stay true, stay broken, stay real.