She stared in the mirror
Clenching onto bunches of flesh wishing they would dissolve on que of her contact
Wanting each piece of chocolate to melt through her fingers, problem solved
Each drop swimming along in the river of her tears and in the pool of her fears
Which flowed to the rhythm of the story of how she wasn't good enough.
Her seasons of sadness morphed into ecliptic seasons of madness
She stood wondering why she did not have those thick thighs or why her face didn't create slits to allow for almond-shaped eyes
The ones that have a displayed beauty on the lids
Hiding a multitude of sins
But little did she know that those visionary spheres were untelling
Of all the pain hidden in disguise by those oh so beautiful eyes.
She didn't realise that the ones she idolised had their own insecurities
Sugar coated by sweet nothings whispered in brief speech
Nurtured in deep sleep
Where the demons would settle in the mind
No respecter of time or person
Waking up in the morning, comforted by an empty feeling of nothing.
The glossy pictures highlighted the perceived perfection caught by mainstream attention
Contoured bodies photoshopped for deception
Her view of what was considered to be beautiful was overshadowed by that which she saw in front of her eyes
Her self esteem masked by the faces in the media so she failed to realise
That true beauty lies within
Is reaffirmed by your confidence in your skin
Is you being unforgiving and unapologetic of who you were made to be.