She

Fri, 09/04/2015 - 09:20 -- Alexie
What a beautiful nymph I see in the horizons!
I encounter such bewitching features!
Tall and slim
And 
Everytime she looks at the mirror, she gains confidence.
Every smile she makes, Every product she'll create, They love her even more
Wherever she goes, they follow.
Whenever she cries, they come running
 
Whenever. Wherever.
 
However.
 
I am the opposite of her 
Im not anything like her
Im a blob
She's a 10 and I'm a 1.
Everytime I look at the mirror, I feel even more disgusted and shameful.
Short and fat and
Acne-full
 
She is my goal
To be her.

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