The Beauty we should see

Check in that bird, she looks fine
With a booty like that, what do you got to hide ?
Long hair, long legs, the cleavage, she is just your type .
So good that you noticed, she is gorgeous alright.

But there is more to this girl than first meets your eye, the most beautiful parts she chooses to hide. See she knows that those things are not the things that catch your attention, so she covers, rinses, pulls, tucks away, all for that appreciative smile & affection.

But underneath all of this, is a girl, a person, more beautiful and real, that anything could ever fix.
It is the toes she hates, the cellulite on her ties, the wrinkles that gather up through all the years she smiled. It is her tired face after a long day of work, or her hormone jumbled days that she faces with life loving determination even if she is feeling at her worst. It is every inch and unwanted hair, all the spots, shapes and angles she right now wishes were not there.

This is the beauty that we should see.

So thank you, I am flattered, for the fine ass chick that you think I want to be
But please, look closer.
See the person, see the human.
See Me.

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