There is a girl I see a lot
Every time I see her I look at her and scoff
I look at her with disgust
Every day I tell her she will never be pretty
I lecture her that she isn’t enough
I make her cry sometimes
why? because she is so ugly
She has the frizziest hair
Weird eyebrows
A oddly shaped nose
Dry lips
Too long of neck
Wrinkly and dry hands
She is way to short
She weighs way to much
Her nails are broken and chipped
While I may be being mean
She isn’t pretty
And the more hurtful my comments are…
The more her self confidence crumbles
Oh how I wanted to stop ruining her
I wish I could tell her that she is pretty
But it isn’t true and I can’t
Because every time I look in the mirror
All I see is my flaws
My wrinkly hands and frizzy hair
When we look in the mirror we first see our flaws
When in reality they aren’t flaws they make us unique
We need to see ourselves the way others do
Because others see you as beautiful
So know your worth
because you are more than pretty
You are beautiful.