Eyes fixed on the mirror
Tears falling from her eyes
Ugly
Disgusting
Plain.
Before she was bigger
But skinny was glory
Then she became smaller
But curves became astonishing
Her skin isn't perfect
Her lips, not pouty
Her body, not lust worthy
She is filled with imperfections
But imperfection isn't beauty
Not to her, at least.
If only she could be independent
If she could be confident
It's all that she yearned to be
But someone like her
Could never ever be
Someone like her
Would never find love
She would be desperately alone
But if only she saw her worth
*If only*
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