love self esteem
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Once upon a time
Cinderella thought it'd be a crime
That if her shoes weren't polished
Her reputation would be demolished
That if she didn't pluck her eyebrow
She wouldn't be pretty somehow
You're down because you've been changing in ways you had never hoped nor planned
The years have gone by and as you look back you scrutinize your mistakes that you can't stand
I pass her everyday,
always there,
always perfect.
But I'll never be like that.
I like to eat.
My skin is messed up.
There's bags under my eyes.
My lips blend wrong.
But there she is,
That broken glass mirror
Shattered in pieces,
Shattered forever,
I pick up a piece of that broken glass mirror and examine it, and see no flaws.
It has served its purpose.
She will need pretty eyes
And thick hair,
Or whatever she chooses
But most of all
She will need to love herself
She might have problems
And inevitable issues
