A Note to Girls with Curves

Some incomplete person

Looked at her ample curves

Gave her that bold negative

Disapproving look

Made even louder

By the ugly crevices

Guttered in his forehead

His expression

Melted her esteem

Made her sadness scream

Made nightmares 

Out of her pretty little dreams

You see 

As a child

She didn't know

That society

Would judge her so

She would be measured

And weighed wherever she'd go

Slowly though

The reality began to grow

She had more curves

Than the magazine covers

Cared to show

They flaunted though

Some insecure sisters

Who hide under make up colors

Dance on long legs

And were bulimia lovers

She hid her pretty round face

Taught herself to erase

All plans to look beautiful

And spent her life

Away from being colorful

Wishing no attention

In her sad little direction

Believing in her heart

That she can never be

Someone's dream

Someone's sweetheart

And then one day

Be it quite by accident

The flash of a camera

Fell on her

Captured her smooth skin

With its natural honey glow

A beauty incomparable to show

And when she was told

That her pretty little face

Had beauty encased

And that her curves

Made smooth travelling

And that her fluff

Cushioned dreams

That could only be painted

On skin like hers

When they said to her

That she sipped more sweetness

From life's generosity

And that those who judged her

Spoke utter stupidity

That her size

Should never be perceived

As negativity

And when she was reminded

That God made her

As well as He

Fashioned anybody

She lit up

And sparked

Like fireflies

Surprizing dark

And butterflies

Embracing free

You see

This woman had never

Known how blessed

She'd be 

And how much

Of her beauty

Had been supressed

Her radiance now glistens

And her smile beams

In confidence

Because she has learnt the lesson

A lesson of life

That beauty isn't a size

Or some specific color sequence

Beauty is subjective

And when the judgemental people look

Its usually out of jealousy

Or some sad character insecurity

You see

There is something beautiful

In everybody

And beauty

Was never restricted

To skinny little bodies

So she now walks around

Confidently

She now knows

That she too

Holds rights to be called beauty

And beautiful

She'll always be

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