ShopDreamUp AI ArtDreamUp
Deviation Actions
Suggested Deviants
Suggested Collections
You Might Like…
Description
OK, picture didnt come out right....trying to fix it....damnit...
I wrote this a month or two ago, and I took the picture this evening. Its me.
So yeah, without further ado...
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, they say
Then what do I behold?
I see my flaws
As true as anyone else does
But truer
Every day I stare into these vapid greenblue eyes
I search my face, my body
Every day more disgusted, more betrayed
Shoulders too broad
Hips too wide
Stomach not the way I remember it
Scars of the birth of my only child
Red whiplashes across my image
Both that seen by others
And that which is within my own mind
Could anyone love this?
Could anyone possibly gaze upon my visage
And not shy back in fear?
There are those who call me beautiful
Friends, good of heart
But I know the glasses they see from
The rose tinge blinding them from the truth
Or is that simply pity, perhaps?
That I exist today
Is not mere chance
But a consious choice, made by a suffering soul
One who stood ready to rip herself open
To destroy all that had created her
Simpy to escape the tormet of existance
But I stand here still
Open for all to see
Because my curiosity, my optimism
My blind faith in humanity
Its kept me here, smiling mask and all
Anchoring me in this realm of distrust and unhappiness
Perhaps to remain until my blond hair is sliver
Perhaps to be taken sooner
And every day I stare into my countenance
Appaled and afraid
Could anyone really love this?
Love me?
I wrote this a month or two ago, and I took the picture this evening. Its me.
So yeah, without further ado...Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, they say
Then what do I behold?
I see my flaws
As true as anyone else does
But truer
Every day I stare into these vapid greenblue eyes
I search my face, my body
Every day more disgusted, more betrayed
Shoulders too broad
Hips too wide
Stomach not the way I remember it
Scars of the birth of my only child
Red whiplashes across my image
Both that seen by others
And that which is within my own mind
Could anyone love this?
Could anyone possibly gaze upon my visage
And not shy back in fear?
There are those who call me beautiful
Friends, good of heart
But I know the glasses they see from
The rose tinge blinding them from the truth
Or is that simply pity, perhaps?
That I exist today
Is not mere chance
But a consious choice, made by a suffering soul
One who stood ready to rip herself open
To destroy all that had created her
Simpy to escape the tormet of existance
But I stand here still
Open for all to see
Because my curiosity, my optimism
My blind faith in humanity
Its kept me here, smiling mask and all
Anchoring me in this realm of distrust and unhappiness
Perhaps to remain until my blond hair is sliver
Perhaps to be taken sooner
And every day I stare into my countenance
Appaled and afraid
Could anyone really love this?
Love me?
Image size
523x600px 13.69 KB
Make
Canon
Model
Canon PowerShot A85
Shutter Speed
1/8 second
Aperture
F/2.8
Focal Length
5 mm
Date Taken
Feb 16, 2006, 12:49:24 AM
Mature
© 2006 - 2024 EmpyrealFantasy
Comments9
Join the community to add your comment. Already a deviant? Log In
I 
ed this picture of yours a few months back.. might've been a year now.. The image itself made me think, "Wow.. this woman is just perfect" and when I read the poem you wrote beneath it in the artist comment, I couldn't help but feel your pain because I feel the exact same way.. I couldn't believe that someone so beautiful and remarkable as yourself would feel the same way I do about myself. In ways, this photograph gave me hope. Hope that some day I can look at myself in the mirror and not be disgusted by the reflection staring back at me.
Thank you.
ed this picture of yours a few months back.. might've been a year now.. The image itself made me think, "Wow.. this woman is just perfect" and when I read the poem you wrote beneath it in the artist comment, I couldn't help but feel your pain because I feel the exact same way.. I couldn't believe that someone so beautiful and remarkable as yourself would feel the same way I do about myself. In ways, this photograph gave me hope. Hope that some day I can look at myself in the mirror and not be disgusted by the reflection staring back at me. Thank you.