When did we begin to think
That all we are is our bodies?
Just look at all those stars…
I wonder in amazement
How we got to be on this planet
Floating in the massive universe
And the billions of galaxies
Faced with the possibility that we may not be the only ones…
Yet here we sit
With all our focus on “physical beauty;”
some abstract concept that we heavily invest in.
Craving external validation
For our appearance.
It blows my mind.
I can’t define how I feel
When society tells me that what matters
Is on the outside.
I’ve been hypnotized for a long time
Entrenched into some sick competition
And I bought into it.
I spent money, time, and effort
To gain approval for how I looked.
But while I may have experienced a partial awakening,
I will still care and make the effort,
So I can feel like I belong,
Like I’m accepted or desired,
Even though deep down I know
This is the last reason
I’d want to get any form of attention.
But I will not let it define me.
I crave connection,
Some deeper meaning to life
I want something more than a “like”
On my selfie.
Can we redefine what beauty is?
Like trustworthiness, loyalty, honesty, hope, and love.
Can we show more praise
For acts of kindness,
for being passionate about a cause,
or an idea worth sharing?
Let’s give poetry, art, science, and philosophy
More attention than we do to beauty.
Because a good heart and intelligence
Have accomplished more for the human species
Than beauty ever will.