flaunting her beauty,
all her imperfections,
and she's still smiling.

i want to be her,
smiling and laughing,
flaunting my imperfections.

i want to be her,
confident and self loving,
happy.

look again,
that girl over there,
you see her?

her infectious smile,
glowing beauty;
she's not there anymore.

look again,
yes that reflection,
there she is

she was me.
someone who I always pitied,
yet adored.

although i looked down on myself,
others looked up to her, me.
why?

"You're not beautiful,
you're fat,
why are you so stupid?" She said to herself.

"She's so beautiful,
I want her body,
why is she so perfect?" They whispered to others.

her happiness was a mask,
flaunting her flaws,
a mask.

so where did she go?
that girl who is me,
where is she?

she's gone I tell you.