She stairs in the mirror,
Pinching the skin around her stomach,
Molding it in to the ideal shape.
She wishes that she could look like that,
The girl in the magazine,
She compares their hair and teeth,
Their skin and their lips.
With every look her self-esteem vanishes,
Her smile soon fades,
Her flaws seem endless and numbered,
As she quickly falls into a state of sadness,
And puts on a baggy sweat shirt,
Concealing her imperfect figure,
Letting go of her dreams and pretending she doesn't care.
Slowly and realistically,
She begins to accept her image and identity,
Repeating to herself,
That is only herself and that's a good thing.
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