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Ring a ring of roses, girls with fancy bows and poses. They've got that natural shine, Got everyone in a frenzy all ready to be realined.
I want my knight in shining armour. to love me so pure and deep. love my hard-earned chiseled collarbones. fine stitched-up nose. round firm ass that took 10000 squats to achieve.
I know I am not 'perfect', But what does 'perfect' mean. All those glossy magazines, So squeaky, 'perfect', clean.
First goes on the primer To protect who she really is Second the concealer To hide a few blemishes Then we have foundation Its supposed to be the base Its supposed to be the start But it just...
#minirant Snog marry avoid...is such an awful show Girls caked in make-up, strutting their orange glow Fake boobs and lashes not to mention fake hair Just grow it. Why the hang up.
#projecthumanity. #household. The television told me. I have to be skinny. To be recognised in society. The television told me. You can’t be too skinny enough. I want to be skinny.
No7 Mascara And breasts are implants. Enough beauty here to send no one in a trance. A layer thick of foundation. Your lips are a colour celebration.
Porcelain skin, Pink, pale lips, Sparkling, green eyes, Curvy hips, Brunette, wavy hair, Gently brushed through, Light, long eyelashes, Long, dress blue.
Hey smile lady you may just reignite the embers of love in your soul that you try to disguise Take designer shades off to reveal the contacts in your eyes Your golden shades of flesh loosely covered...
Beauty is skinny, beauty is fair, its endlessly youthful no flaws ever seen there. Perfect proportions of eyes, nose & mouths, spot any wrinkles let docs iron them out.
#youngwritershousehold Is this beauty. A overdose of a fake tan. Is this beauty. An unnatural face, just to get a man. Is this beauty. Your life revolving around your mirror. Is this beauty.
Her shoes are so high the ankle could begin to break any moment, there bright fluorescent colours make anyone stand and stare, almost becoming the star of the show.
Perfect reflection, Perfect complexion, Looks like a goddess, How can she be true. Eyes like diamonds A Smile like them too, Admirers and jealousy flank her sides, How can she be true.
Why are we never happy with what we've got and what we were given. Sometimes we have a real natural beauty but we keep it hidden... Some people are a little overweight and want to get thinner.
First take a beautiful girl and tell her she is ugly. Then tell her she must lose weight, make her insecure. After this you are ready for a photo-shoot.
(a continuation of my previous poem) I wake up in the morning, Paint on my defence, Layer upon layer Of a beautiful pretence. Because everyone knows it's not enough, To leave your face In the buff.
It's right at the very end of her day, A make up wipe to wash her sins away. Layer after layer she doesn't pause, As the make up wipe reveals all her flaws.
She stares out at you, Every strand of hair in place, No blemishes upon her face.
Freeze face What a waste You have a scary Mary Look in your eye Does your face even move when you cry.
There's something that I'll never know, I'll wonder always if it's just for show: Do girls believe that orange is good. When it's plastered on as thick as mud.
Your painstaking lipstick So precisely applied To make your lips seem full and rich And lock yourself inside The same goes for foundation A barrier to your skin So you can hide your pretty face And...
What dose it really mean to be beautiful. TV screams cover it all up. Your face , Your body , Your voice even what does it feel like to be beautiful. untouchable. A non-thinker. no boundaries.
Make-up. I really don't get why some girls insist on caking there face in make-up. Especially for every day use. All it does is ruin skin and earn them the title of cheese puff.
Perhaps it is the amount of exposure we have to media and information in general that we find physical beauty to be an exhaustive topic these days.