The Scars tell a story i refuse to tell

Bruises confuses many who can swear i’ve fell

But instead I’ve fixed the crooked lines in my spine for beauty that was much needed

Surgery after surgery, i never remember the bleeding

or the pain, I’m not insane

I just realize that beauty is important to society

so i did what seemed right for me

eyes made wider to the see the world in a better perspective

nose made small couldn’t neglect it

lips made thinner to sin with

cheek bone raised higher so m smile could be the one to die for

My breast were made

constructed to be perfect

a size C to hide my insecurites,

Fill them with silicone

never realizing the consequences

and I’ve had a metal plate placed around my spine so I can never slump

modified my tiny ass to make it look plump

yes it took many years, many tears, many fails and many faills to not give my all

to the temple i dreamt of

even bleached my skin after so many times of being cut open

so when i look in the mirror i see my reflection,

someone who was created with a selective selection

i chose this and now its over

the old me is gone

the new me? shes here forever