When I look in the mirror,

Why don't I see a beautiful image staring back at me?

Why don't I look like the rest?

Why don't I look like those models on TV?

Perhaps being beautiful isn't what I'm supposed to be.

Why don't my teeth gleam?

Tinted amber, making me want to scream.

Why do I look so tired?

Bags under my eyes, I feel so undesired.

Why does my body hold weight?

I wish I was thinner, but it's clearly not my fate.

Why aren't I tall?

Not gifted with long legs, undeniably small.

Why is my face so round?

I wish it were sculpted, my sadness is profound.

Why aren't I happier?

Overwhelmed with stress, growing snappier.

Why can't I rest?

I just want to be prettier, let me look like the rest.

Let me be someone new,

That's all I want to do,

I don't want to look like her,

Let me change my image and recover.