I look in the mirror,
and bask in the disgust.
My mind lingers for a moment,
in wonder if I will ever be good enough.
Not for society,
the people around me,
or my boyfriend.
Because they think I suffice.
Yet I linger for another moment,
and imagine,
being good enough for myself.
The only expectation,
I would die to meet.
I wonder if I will ever make the cut,
yet I am left in the wonder,
of which cut I mean.
