Staring at my reflection
at every freckle, at every mark
staring at the imperfections
and the criticizing starts
bigger eyes, clearer skin
smaller thighs, is this a sin?
Im so shallow and superficial,
hating everything of my own,
wanted beauty is my uniqueness
no wonder i feel so alone
I dont really feel out of place
just insecure in my own way
sometimes I'm scared to show my face
and I just want to run away.
Flatter stomach, firmer arms
a better ass, the boys, they charm.
Straighter hair, smaller feet
this cycle is so hard to beat.
Wow...another great poem...I like it...An extremely easily related piece...A great approach to a tough issue too...Great Write!:)
John