Does she look good?
Does she look bad?
Does she look like a beautiful woman?
Or an old dirty hag.
Does she stand out?
Does she brightly shine?
Can she belong to someone else?
Or is she all mine.
Can she walk in public without feeling ashamed?
Can she just be happy instead of feeling she's the one to blame?
Can she walk with her back straight?
And her head held high.
Can she not be disappointed with every cute boy that walks by.
Can she be successful?
Can she feel superb?
Can she walk into a room full of people and know what they think of her?
What if she was taller?
What if she had gold teeth?
What if she had pretty pink nails matching her pretty pink feet.
What if she pierced her tongue?
What if she pierced her nose?
What if she pierced her stomach and let all her cleavage show?
What if she was skinny?
What if she was a different complexion?
What if she had someone who showed her love and affection.
And while she's standing there with tears rolling down her eyes.
Not knowing whether she's going to have a great, successful , or horrible life.
And while I'm saying these things I just have to make that exception.
Because the person I'm talking about is my own reflection.