She walks as if she has no care in the world.

Think again.

Everyone looks twice as she passes by

and everyone longs to have her face

her nose

her eyes

her hair

her legs

her life.

She’s got it all, money, fame, power….beauty.

Perfection.

I stare in the mirror and gaze upon my “hideous” reflection.

My nose is too big,

crooked.

My teeth don’t scream colgate white.

My hair lies in ringlets, but I pick up the Devil’s contraction and

“improve” God’s creation.

My hair lies slick straight now,

but I’m still ugly.

My eyelids are shaded, and my eyelashes are curled.

The contours of my face are bolded with strategically applied makeup that I swear

I NEED.

And

I’m fat.

Even as my 5’6 frame drops to 100,

I AM STILL FAT.

A 200 pound girl asks me

“Am I fat?”

I say no, and I am not lying. In my eyes she is not fat. In my eyes, she’s beautiful

and I’m angered by the fact she is oblivious to this.

A girl whose face has been taken over by acne asks me

“Am I ugly?”

I say no, of course not. I am not lying. I notice how she glows despite

her oily skin. She’s beautiful.

I look up and yet another girl has approached me. Her height suits her well and there’s not a flaw in sight. She carries herself with pride and her joyful expression makes your heart smile. She has her soul in her eyes, her smile, her laugh. I am her. I am perfect.

I am flawless.