“Let's capture this moment”

You reply, “Wait, I need to prepare”

While you rush to your ritual:

Foundation masks your freckles

Silk drapes your curves

Gold adorns your throat

Each layer a barrier

Between you and truth

In your desperate dance with perfection

You transform into everyone else

A catalogue beauty

Mass-produced grace

Instagram-ready, but where are you?

I strip away pretense

Like shedding old skin

My shirt falls, then tie

(Trousers remain - 

A nod to modesty)

Here stands the truth:

Raw marble carved by time

Each scar a story

Each muscle a testament

To years lived, not painted

I choose authenticity:

Bare skin under honest light

While you hide behind

Your beautiful lies.