If I caught a glimpse

If I caught a glimpse of beauty there, it was in the plastic waistlines of perfect posing bodies, headless, yet still all I aspired-- still more desirable than I could ever wish to be. If I caught a glimpse of beauty there, it was in the flawless curve, not in the mirror-- never in the mirror-- but in the '0' in the size column of the starved dress on the rack. If I caught a glimpse of beauty there, it was not on my face, not in my hair, not in my body, nor my skin, far too fair-- but as soon as I turned for a second glance I found there was no beauty anywhere.