Inside my purse I have

A mirror, reflecting my imperfecions

My phone, a constant reminder of others highlights

My makeup, to cover my insecurties


Inside my thoughts have

A strive to be good enough

In a world where beauty is praised

Constant comparison, like salt to sugar

Both may look identical

But the taste is incomparable


Appearace is deceiving, reality is evident


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