She stood tall,
in front of the mirror that made her feel so small,
She questioned whether it was her eyes that deceived her,
Or society’s ideals of perfection that made those insecurities stir.
The flinches of distrust in her movements,
As she wondered whether it was right to love all her imperfect elements,
She trusted the voice that told her it was okay,
The one that said you’re wonderful and you can look this way.
She thought on the times her smile would light up a room,
Then she thought on the times romance came and it was too good to be true.
She wondered whether loving yourself was enough,
Or if she really did need to work out, tone up and get buff.
Was society only interested in where her hips started and her chest ended,
Or was it okay that she loved donuts while cake was befriended.
She saw so much potential in those tears,
Unsure on why she’d lied to herself for years.
It was okay for her to rebel against society’s picture of beauty,
Although it wasn&