You never realized you were growing up
Until you looked at your reflection and saw makeup
Your voice matured and you could no longer hear the softness of your tone
But, you always could hear that little voice telling you, ‘I will be known’

You stopped eating food so your waist could be thin
And started to hate yourself because of your skin
That voice started telling you, ‘you'll never be good enough’
And you could no longer hold in the thought of that being a bluff

You went under the knife to fit the beauty standard
And after being butchered your appearance was still slandered
You failed yourself and began to lose motivation
Until you looked into the mirror and saw a dilation

Younger you looking in the mirror and smiling at what she saw
A beautiful young woman who loves to draw
The image she drew looked much like you
And there you realized this was your breakthrough

Time again your appearance was not at fault
Because your beauty inside was hiding in a vault
The little girl you once were
Could see that beauty and say I love her

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