Beautiful

Do I want to be beautiful?
is that a burden I desire
Some might say the answer is easy
that beauty is always preferred

If I have to choose which bigots
feign disgust for me
do I want to be mocked for my form
or restricted to a pedestal

for there are always bigots
always restrictions
beauty wouldn't remove hardship
it would only change the burdens
I have to carry

I'm not ugly, per se,
I have a symmetrical face
fair skin, fair hair,
and sky colored eyes

but I'm large, a girth greater than most
my hair is unconventionally cut
my skin less than flawless
and, worst of all, my movement is stilted
I stumble ungracefully through life

Would I prefer to be thin
to look like a picture in a magazine
so that all the men flock to me
and the women envy

Could I deny myself food
and run myself ragged
spending hours primping
to grasp for that improbable goal?

So far the answer is no,
I do not choose conventional beauty
Instead I choose comfort,
and boast pridefully
of the other qualities
I have to offer

Perhaps it's easier
not to be the prettiest girl
to hide behind my bulk
because this is the only way
I've ever known to be

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