Vanity

I look at a girl as she stares in a mirror
Her beauty reflects back in an image clear
As she turns, I wonder what flaws she sees
I wonder if she sees the same flaws I see in my body

Hips always too wide, thighs always too large
It doesn't matter if I starve
My waist it just never shrinks...
I wonder if these are the thoughts she thinks

I think it's sad to see the girls these days
Covering beautiful faces with chemical paint
Torturing themselves to shrink their waists
Yet I actively participated

All to reach the desired vanitous status
Or because we think others will laugh at us
Perhaps it would help if the images we were fed
Of beauty came not from ideas in someones head
But from what actually exists