Poems and Heartache

Thirty seven

I remember what you told me
'I hate it when you stand in front of the mirror
Cringing at your own reflection
Pointing out all of your imperfections'
'But it's true I'm pathetic I'm weak'
I answered tears in my eyes

And I remember what you did next
Taking ahold of my shoulders saying
'Look at that sad girl and tell me what you see'
'I see a sad pathetic weak girl'
'I know but tell me what you like about her'
'I like her eyes and I like her smile'

'Continue' you told me with a smile
'Thats all i can see nothing more'
'You're wrong this girl is so much more
This girl has a sexy healthy looking body
This girl has strong shoulder to hold her head up high
This girl has scars that shows how strong she is'

Looking at me lovingly you finished
'This girl is strong beautiful talented and so much more
One single meal isn't going to change that
And this girl should smile
Because her smile is most definitely beautiful
And she couldn't be any more perfect'