In a world where beauty's confined,
To a frame, a shape, so pre-defined.
I refuse to bow to discrimination's hand,
Refusing to let it define me.
No more the shackles of slim and packed,
A revolution, where all sizes are backed.
Let every size find equal ground,
Opportunity for all, in beauty abound.
Tired, I am, of body shaming's sting,
Stripping away personalities, it's not fair.
Surgeries coined as a beauty elixir,
Dehumanizing, losing what makes us richer.
Aging, a grace, should be revered.
Not hidden away, nor to be feared.
Wrinkles etching stories, tales untold,
Genuine beauty, a treasure to behold.
Refusing to pack up, conform and fit,
To standards dictating what's deemed legit.
Short kings and queens, rise with pride,
In uniqueness, a privilege to confide.
I reject the notion, forever young,
As if aging steals the song we've sung.
Short kings and queens, stand tall,
Privilege in difference, let it enthrall.
Magazines preach a perfection lie,
A word so elusive, an unreachable spell.
Yet, true beauty in our diversity lies,
Our uniqueness, the true beauty supply.
Singleness born from society's decree,
Hearts left lonely, unable to feel.
Love should not be confined by a face,
But thrive in the uniqueness of each embrace.
In the name of beauty, let's redefine,
Break the chains that society designed.
Humanity's worth is not for sale,
Embrace the beauty in every tale.
I refuse to pack up, conform and fit,
Society's standards, I'll never submit.
Championing a beauty that's real,
Every heart and soul, let's empower and heal.
