She wouldn’t look herself in the eyes

She looked in the mirror and saw everything she didn’t like

She poked and prodded at her insecurities until it was all that was there.

None of it was good enough for her

The clothes, the hair, the body – 

A facade to remind her of what she isn’t.

What is everywhere else she looks 

But when she glances in the mirror

It’s all she doesn’t want to see.

So she tears apart her already perfect body hoping to find 

A new perfect to her liking. 

A perfect that is more perfect than her perfect

If only she knew

That what she has

Is already perfect for her.

If only she could look herself in the eyes.