I look in the mirror
Stare down my reflection
Notice that it's slightly irregular
Not quite the model of perfection
And I used to despise that
To whine, groan, and complain
Until I finally realized
That all-in-all I'm not so plain
I tried that "natural" look
The one where less is more
It took many hours to achieve
And left my wallet with a big sore
If it's the inside that counts
Why does Barbie have countless new 'dos
And if she's so confident
Why do you always have to buy her friends too
These days if it looks good it's fake
True beauty is a word of the past
Make-up, medicine, and surgery
Money makes the perfect body last
Think models are perfect
Not by a long shot
It's the computer editing
And custom-made clothes that make them look hot
So as I stared myself down
No detail gone unseen
Things weren't as bad as I thought
All-in-all I looked fine as good 'ole me
My shape isn't perfect
No, I'm not a size two
It's not me; period; end of it; through
I am what I am
I wear what I want
And don't spend hours putting on a disguise
If guys want a girl
Who hides behind a mask
Sorry, I just can't be her
I'm not up for that task
This is who I am
Proud, tall, and confident
With features unique and uncommon
I don't need all the glitter
To make me feel like gold
I just look in the mirror
As my smile unfolds.
