Sitting, watching, model like girls,
Strut in front of me with tight bouncy curls.
Perfect legs and tiny waists,
Seamlessly flawless face.
I can't help, but judge myself,
Touching all my frizzy hair.
Chubby thighs and rounded waist,
A new pimple forming on my face.
To think that I could be like them,
Cutting my diet to leaves and teas,
Jogging all day and waking early.
Painting my face like a coloring page.
I can't deny, I wish I was flawless.
To wake up looking like Beyonce.
To wash my face and be unblemished.
To walk out in the morning and look undamaged.
But then I catch a glimpse of my flawed reflection,
Pulling the spoon I hold closer to my face,
I notice how my frizzy hair frames my face.
How my flawed face glows in the day.
How cute my nose wrinkles up,
Without a pile of powdered makeup caving in.
And how my hourglass shape
Fits perfectly in the chair.
I also realized how good pancakes taste doused with honey,
And how sleeping in is a gift
Sitting there, watching model like girls trudge along.
I have realized I am perfect, just the way I am.