Says the girl in the mirror:

Another zit on your chin.

Another imperfection on your awkward face
that’s always out of place.

Says the girl with smooth, clear complexion:

How can I possibly go to school—where


all my classmates will see me and



Laugh?

Says the girl in the mirror:

Look at your huge thighs.

Look at the way your stomach sags
just like the beer gut of your own dad.

Says the girl with long, slender legs:

I look like I’m pregnant— have


these jeans always felt so



Tight?

Says the girl in the mirror:

Hide away your insecurities.

Hide behind your thick, gaudy make-up caked over your skin
and hate the person you really are within.

Says the girl as she leaves the house:

Yes, Nick’s coming to pick me up—didn’t I



tell you we’re going out? He says I’m



Perfect.