The Mirror

When I look in the mirror,

I hate myself.

I cannot find one small thing

that I enjoy about myself.

I do what I can

to change that

but nothing is never enough.

I’m starting to see why

models starve themselves

just to like what they see.

Maybe not such a bad idea.

 

 

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I Wish I Was Someone Worth Loving

I wish I was someone worth loving.

I wish I had goals and ambition

and a desire for a career

like women of this society are

expected to want to want these days,

but I don’t.

 

I wish I looked the way that

boy want me to look

so that I could be someone worth loving,

that I could be thin with big boobs

and a natural blonde with a pleasing face,

but I’m not.

 

I wish I had something to offer the world

so that I could be someone worth loving;

maybe a skill or talent,

or even money to give the less fortunate,

or time or influence or anything really,\

but I don’t.

 

I wish I could be someone worth loving

so that maybe I could stop hating myself.