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Recklessly Beautiful

I am not the type to wear boubou gowns to school. I am not the type to not spend time laying my edges carefully until the last baby hair falls in place with the wax. 

I am the type to wear something I'm very comfortable in while maintaining the facade of effortless elegance and sophistication. 

I am the type of girl you rarely see in movies or read in your romance books. I'm trying so hard to explain, but let's just say, I was Billie Eilish's muse for "Bad Guy".

My beauty is one you can't grasp in a hurry. You have to settle down and understand how my cheekbone structures go way down to my jawline. It's something you can carelessly call 'mid' if you don't look closely enough.

 I know I don't have identical dimples on both cheeks, and my twin eyebags don't exactly make you term me effortlessly beautiful. I still love my features though; I love the sharpness of my eyes and how thick my eyebrows are. I love my cupid bow lips much more than you love ice cream on a sunny day. 

If you can't help but compare me to the fair girl with the dark brown hair that lives across your street, you rather drown in the Nile. Because I know what I am. I am recklessly beautiful.

Comments

clemforh_the_writer said…
This is beautifully coached, Benita!✨
16 January 2025 at 04:34
R said…
"My beauty is one you can't grasp in a hurry. You have to settle down and understand how my cheekbone structures go way down to my jawline. It's something you can carelessly call 'mid' if you don't look closely enough."

To those who are patient enough to finally grasp it: see beyond conventional standards, social media portrayals and appreciate, even love it - you are truly the real ones.

I'll be keeping your precious piece with me. Thanks!
16 January 2025 at 06:02
Ihedinachi Successs said…
This piece perfectly embodies the subject: Unapologetically different, quietly complex, and strikingly self-aware!✨
23 May 2025 at 10:14
Iyanam Ubongabasi said…
This is beautiful Benita.
No matter how many times I come back to read it, the authenticity of this piece gives me fresh emotions ✨
26 May 2025 at 02:07
Anonymous said…
I'm fair and everyone calls me pretty but i'm still not satisfied,it's as if they don't see me for who i truly am but the face I carry,this quote actually made me understand that every girl wants to be seen for who she truly is not really because of how she looks,i guess m not alone
6 April 2026 at 12:53
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