E.E. Cummings once wrote; “To be nobody-but-yourself – in a world which is doing its best, night and day, to make you everybody else – means to fight the hardest battle which any human being can fight; and never stop fighting.”

The following poem I wrote is inspired by a song called “Scars to your beautiful” by Alessia Cara. I decided to publish it and share it with my world as a reminder to all women out there to always embrace your beauty: outside and inside. You don’t need to have “a problem” to feel this way at times so remember to fight every day to be you, to be unique, to be strong and fierce. Appearance may matter, but personality matters more. Treat your body well, fill your mind with positivity and if you want something then be patient and work for it. Be proud of the choices you make and try to always be your best self.

Beauty Fatality

Her desire: to be beautiful

What she doesn’t know: she already is.


This was her story.

All because of beauty.


Praised an image, careless of the danger

She said: what’s the harm in a little hunger?


Drowning in her suffering,

Wanting to be sculpted by the sculptor.

Consumed by self neglect,

She is her own tormentor

As she can’t see her perfect.

She is fading.


She stared in the mirror.

She cried.

Her weakness made her quiver.

She denied.

She just wanted to be thinner.

She tried.


Focused on her established purpose.

The physique, the surface.


Isolated in her thoughts,

Pain worst than gunshots. 


Lonesome and aching,

She is breaking. 


Torn in her darkness,

She released her pain

and let herself hurt.

Lost in her helplessness,

Almost ended her life in vain

With blood on her shirt.


A glimmer of light,

A strong & unimaginable fight.


An inch of  hope,

A future beyond the eye’s scope.


A clearer vision,

A stronger mindset,

After a near beauty fatality.

A state of deep contrition,

To cure regret,

And towards sanity.

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