Perfection Is An Illusion
The mirror laughs at you , the scale and numbers too.
How can you feel beautiful?
When nothing you do is perfect in their eyes?
When your skin screams you are to big?
Your weight taunts you with the tiniest of numbers.
Which creates one big number.
When the scars you have show you are hurt.
When you are so skinny that your ribs show you are anorexic.
If you are 190 pounds you are obese.
So, how can you feel beautiful?
When everything you are is not perfect in society's eyes?
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