Beauty where art thou

Beauty ? 

I have lost so much time trying to find somoene who would see me as beautiful that in turn — i have FORGOTTEN what being beautiful is ;   Am I beautiful ? Under all the make-up I use to be SEEN as beautiful — AM .. I .. ACTUALLY … beautiful .  IF the rain feel, melting away the coats of mascara , eyeliner, and cover up — reveiling the woman behind the mask . . would I cover my face? would I hide? or would I walk with my head held high because I know that with mascara and eyeliner dripping down my cheeks; I AM the SAME beautiful woman that left the house this morning . I AM the SAME woman who stops traffic with my luscious body of 36 31 42 .  Who knows ? because I dont .

It is said that If you dont find yourself , beautiful — nobody will .

What if I never find the beauty that lies within ?

Does that mean, I shall never be loved?

Does that mean — I will never be considered an object of beauty.

Am I a prisoner of my self-concious? my ugly? my exterior?

-black barbie

~ by Black Barbie on July 31, 2008.