As I stand in front of the mirror begrudgingly,
I look at this person,
Body full of scars
Mind as well.

Not the perfect hourglass shape,
Neither the sleek hair,
Nor the aquiline nose,
Or the spotless skin.

Oh, as I stand in front of the mirror begrudgingly,
I look at this person,
With neither the confidence,
Nor the beauty,
Or the wit they need.

.    .    .