Beautiful Girls

A poem about a girl who believed that her simplicty was her beauty.

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Beautiful Girls


She walked in the room,
dressed up the best she could.
Wearing a dress not so glitzy
and with no make-up to make her face look pretty.
Hair falling in waves over her shoulders,
she hadn’t styled them to fashion.
Taking a quick view of other girls,
she realized she didn’t look so good.
Rebuking herself for being so materialistic,
she tried to fit in with them.
She talked and smiled trying to have fun
but just couldn’t get over herself.
All this time she had believed in being simple,
thinking it was not only her beauty but identity.
Now looking at those beautiful girls,
she was beginning to have doubts.
Who was she kidding?
Thinking that she could look pretty
with no glamour but her simple looks.
The thought was comforting
but so not the truth.