Beautiful
When she looks in the mirror, what
does she see?
Does she see shimmering blonde hair,
Cascading down her neck and
settling gracefully on her back?
Does she see a vibrant smile,
One that seems to light up the room
whenever she walks in?
Does she see the sparkling blue eyes,
The ones that her friends
admire,
The ones that draw people to her like a magnet?
What about a perfect body,
The one that men adore and women say
they would die for,
The one she always knows how to use to her
advantage?
No, that's not what she sees.
She sees limp blonde hair that always seems to fall into her
eyes,
And is always a little too dry and a little too flat.
She sees eyes that are too small
A face that is too round
A smiled marred by the tiny imperfections on her teeth
And the all-too-obvious creases around her mouth.
She sees hips that are a little too wide
And a stomach that is never quite flat enough
Not to mention legs that are too short.
She sees someone average, definitely not a pretty girl
Someone who pretends to be confident
Someone who pretends to be a girl she's not.
She sees someone who wishes she was beautiful
Who wishes she was endowed with effortless grace
And the sensual beauty that women are supposed to possess
When that beauty has been staring her in the face all along.
It's right there in the mirror
She only needs to learn how to look.