When you look in the mirror, do you like what you see?

To those who say yes, jocund l’m sure you are

that spirit you should keep,

don’t let those negative feelings creep.

To those who say no,

doubtful melancholic faces are all I can see.

Trapped in a dungeon waiting to be set free,

plebs are all they think they can be.

feelings of worthlessness pervade their mind

they all don’t think they are one of a kind

no one knows I exist is all they can say

stuck in a trance, self-confidence they seek to enhance

itty bitty models they compare themselves to

posey, they become because they want to woo

unable to speak up thinking no one will clap

all I can hear are voices of rigid, poise, harlequin,

sassy, classy, fussy personalities just dying to come out.

You might think it's all flummery but no,

this is not buffoonery.

I am not flurried because I have been there

now gaze, confidence is what I wear

if I do say so myself

true beauty, more of inspiration, less focused on fashion trends

more of belief, less of comparison,

instead of comparing, just add flair

you’re all beautiful the way you are.