beauty ideals

at what point
did I start thinking

that beauty is

everything I can't be

as if
we have to change
our every bone
to be good enough

as if
what makes me the one I am
isn't the reason
I'm here

no

why is just existing
as a woman
the most powerful revolution
in itself

letting hair grow, letting skin breath
putting on nothing for no one

I wish to think less about
the kind of pretty
I was taught to imitate

and more about 
the kind of beauty
that can only be mine