When looked upon is fair and free
Beauty outside inside is seen
Eyes to catching
As form is flattering
Form each day is flattening

Yet in front of glass
Sweet slender is displeased
Centric to look, attire
For all she sees is imperfection
Where just hours before
Was naught but beauteous complexion
Caged in finest fitting
Yet modest and misleading
Robes of her station

Resolve again is given
Each day again smaller is driven
Size correct goal always is striven
Willow slender
Tomorrow paper thin