I imagine being beautiful.
I imagine what it’s like not having to deal with insecurities.
I imagine being a different girl.
I am always being criticized for who I am.
I’ve always imagined what my life would be like without discrimination.
I wish it would be real, but it’s only my imagination.
What’s wrong with me?
Why am I so ugly?
Why am I so weird?
I’m not ugly.
I’m not weird.
I am just a young woman.
I am a girl who just wants to be loved for her natural beauty.
I am a girl who was told that I had to be beautiful in a “certain way.”
I was told that “you can’t be beautiful without makeup.”
I am sick and tired of all these lies that have been fed to me!
Just because I don’t wear makeup, that doesn’t mean I’m ugly!
I am beautiful in my own way. If someone has a problem with that, it’s their problem, not mine!
I am a girl who embraces her natural beauty because God doesn’t make mistakes.
I am a girl who doesn’t need makeup to feel better about herself.
I am strong!
I am beautiful!
My name is Yemima, and I will not change who I am for anybody because I love who I am.
Like I said earlier in this poem, “I am beautiful in my own way. If anyone has a problem with that, it’s their problem, not mine.”