Only in the Mirror

Every morning I wake up and see the beautiful woman I aspire to be

Every day is the same, the mirror on the wall, mocking me and taunting me to be someone I am not

With each article of clothing, the image in the mirror blurs, each garment unfit for the day ahead

Piles of magazines ripped on the floor of catologues and models, I cannot take anymore

Why must the mirror change me, my imagination runs wild

A girl with a figure all her own, that is not the same as them all

Tears run down my face, as each outfit falls to the floor

Even naked I am nothing comparable in this mirror of horrors

As society shapes, the emotions of women around the world take

But my body is beautiful, my body is my own

I am beautiful no matter how blurry the mirror appears 

 

 

 

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