I was supposed to be a heroin but my dad made me a hero

The red nail polish

half gone and half left

at the tips of my nail

from nearly a month now

Kept me stare at it

I stared and stared and stared

and thought of beauty standards

For a while,

I kept asking myself

Does manicure really matter?

If it does,

I am the ugliest then!

because

for a month now

I have been visiting companies

and meeting officials

shaking hands

with a half nail paint on.

that got me think of a person

I call dad!

Dad never liked nail polish

he taught me I remember

red paint is not worth

enough to prove you beautiful

I recall questioning him back

But dad

every girl puts nail paints on

what is wrong with putting it on?

I am not saying it is wrong

but it does not make you beautiful either

replied my dad!

Then what makes us beautiful?

A stance as such

Just a color on your nail

has no worth to make you

ugly or beautiful.

I am afraid dad

if I got what you mean!!

To be more precise

he said,

Its the mindset which

makes you ugly or beautiful!

Never allow any standard

even beauty

to ever objectify you.

because they are man made.

I smiled with flooded eyes

and moved towards the dinning hall

as if the real beautiful Queen I was!