Why Don’t I Feel Beautiful?

If I am not made out of glass why do I feel as such?
I am not pretty to see but I am fragile to touch
Why don’t I feel beautiful?
Something I’ll never be.
Something I’ll never possess
But each and every day society presents me with yet another test
Cover Girl
And I must ask again
Why don’t I feel beautiful?
They say the beauty of the woman is the way
She wears her clothes
Including the size of her nose
Sadly, all the way down to her toes
Truth be told
Beauty is honestly in the eyes of the beholder
Because that’s the doormat
leading to
The heart
The beauty of a woman should not be decided on a facial mole
the true beauty of a woman
Resides deep down in her soul

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