The Earth in Us- Antara Gupta

The lines across those thighs,

the lumps and bumps on your belly,

are like the valleys, the deep chasms of the Earth.

That texture on your skin,

treatment for which should be our whim

The lush green forests, the warm beach,

the feel of rain against the bare skin.

This texture that we find all so charming,

Who knew could be our marring?

Counting those so-called imperfections on your skin

is like reprimanding those flowers in your garden

The Earth within us all

for why we should stand tall

the Belle we catcall

has so much more to give

than just a simple, beautiful face

Know that it’s not a sprawl

for it is who we are meant to be

with less or more curves that they wanted

with deeper color than they would like

with bolder thoughts than they would apprentice

It is time

that we stop searching for a home in another

when since day 1

all that you need resides within you

it is the world that has convinced us otherwise

For it is a billion-dollar industry that would turn to dust

if we believed we were beautiful enough already

We all wear masks

we fear what the world will think

and hide the "flawed" pieces of ourselves

always running,

running from our real

We find ourselves burying parts of ourselves so deep

it becomes hard to see the difference between

what is true and what is not

So taken by the perfect bodies and perfect faces

of the models that cover today's magazines

On some days, it becomes hard to even look at yourself in the mirror

lying on the floor like a crumpled piece of paper

Your skin carries memory of where it has been

it is a reminder of all that you have conquered

but what was once a piece of art,

a piece of nature,

is now layered with botox and fillers

If beauty is more than just perfect skin, the desired hourglass figure, and vibrant eyes

Why does the media feed us such lies?

Why are beautiful people photoshopped to fit the headlines?

Their broken perception of beauty

is manufactured

and we are not

The hamartia of this generation

is the flawed idea of perfection,

being beautiful, feminine, and graceful

when these are all shallow, objectifying views of chauvinistic men

The Earth within us all

is why we should never feel small.