and when i
look into the mirror
it’s not that i don’t
like what i see.
it’s that what i see
doesn’t look nearly as beautiful
as the girls around
me,
with their wavycurledstraight hair,
their long, long lashes,
their commercial-worthy smiles,
and their confidence.
it’s not that
i don’t like who
i am –
it’s that i don’t
look at myself and
see a girl with beauty.
i see a sad girl with
sad eyes and a barely
enthusiastic smile;
a girl with lifeless hair,
and too dark eyes –
to
the point where you can
hardly see her
pupils.
i do believe,
the true times that
i really like
myself,
is when i’m not
comparing myself
to anyone else.
