Just Another Construction

I stare taking in every feature of every passerby 

Some see it as rude others as a compliment

Each face is purposefully unique

So I do myself no justice in longing for that smile, those eyes and woah that hair 

I reminisce upon an image of a plasticine woman

Pulling her face into appropriate alternatives and long to do the same

Made in my own perceived image of perfection

I would be wonderful and shameless

But such longing only exists

At the glance of each individual 

The longer I stare the

Greater the imperfections I notice 

That smile is forced, the eyes tired and the hair broken and damaged

How ironic we stare longing for what we do not have

Only to realise the trade only comes with greater dissatisfaction

As the features are no better or worse than our own

We do not choose the initial construction of ourselves

Yet we choose distaste over self-love

Positive self-image is not a majestic ideal but just another construction,

One we do not readily choose...

We are all wonderful and so should live shamelessly.