I look in the mirror, but I don’t see my face,

I see a lot of things that are pretty

                  out of place.

I gather my tools and I primp and I fashion,

A mask to hide

The flaws I imagined. 



Oh my gosh...I LOVE this poem. Seriously. it's amazing how in so little words you bring out exactly what i feel and find so hard to express. 


If only we didn't worry so much about body image and physical appearance... *sigh* 

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