Inperfect

Society pressures you
Stabs at your mind
With its poisonous fangs
Of personal hate
You look at yourself
And question
Everything you are
Those perfect girls
In those magazines
And compete
With that person
In the mirror
Can you ever even win?
Am I too fat
Are my lips too thin
What happened to my boobs
And dont
Get me wrong
But arn't I supposed to have
two eyeborws?
These are the worries
Some girls get
Nothing is realistic
So just give up that battle
It is impossible
To succeed
Love yourself
Love that person
Peering back at you
From that reflection of hatred