As I stare at my reflection,
It looked right back at me.
Criticizing all of my imperfection,
That anyone else seemed to oversee.
Hair too thick and ugly,
Eyebrows are too sparse and thin.
Crooked stained teeth are yucky,
Making me conscious each time I grin.
Body is the definition of pathetic,
As I assess what it really mean.
No need to be sympathetic,
It is not the body you see on screen.
Just skin and bones with no definition,
There is nothing more than I can say.
Covering it up through all condition,
Not wanting for others to look my way.
Wishing I could be more confident,
Like those men in the magazine.
Maybe then I will be competent,
No longer would I be so mean.