How is it – that when I see me,
I see an ugly monster?
The mirror holds no joy,
For my troubled heart.
Some say I am average,
But for some reason
I say, ‘I am fat’.
What does it take to be beautiful,
In a society,
Where beauty is unachievable?
Your complexion’s not right,
Your hair is all wrong,
Your clothes are disgusting,
Your weight is abominable –
The voices around me say.
After a while, I believe them.
When will my mirror image,
Be something I can enjoy?
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