Infront of the mirror

She saw herself and sighed deeply;
How in the world could she be the darkest and ugly?
Was her light supposed to reach through its size or shine?
Whether appearance just could decide her destiny.
She saw again and said to herself,
"Remember the girl near the grocery shop, who had beautiful hair so long."
"I wish I could look like her so pretty, so fine, beautiful and young;
Those little wishes grew fast enough,
Unaware that every second she was losing a little inch of her
If that day she wouldn’t have cared
For materialistic imperfection;
Today, she would envy herself, not the others.
Only if she could be as just as she had been, the girl she was in front of the mirror.
PS: For a dear friend!

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