And again you look at yourself.
Not able to meet eyes with the reflection of that beautiful body,
Not able to see what everyone else can clearly see,
Not able to understand their worth.

You push your hair on your face,
Covering your pimples,
But at the same time, hiding those perfect brown eyes.
You wear full-sleeve shirts to hide your scars,
In the process, you hide their chocolate colour.

You try and wear the longest of heels,
Which don't reveal those small, soft legs.
You wear your hair up, not letting them flow down
And compliment your dress.

You feel you're the worst, the worst girl in the crowd,
Almost as though  imperfection means you,
And that nothing can surpass it.

But you don't see your beauty,
The one that clearly stares at you.
How adorable you are when you stand on your toes to hug someone,
And how cute you look with a tank top
Showing your chocolate brown skin.

Trust me sweetheart, you will find him,
That one guy who'll love you for all this.
For those eyes, those feet and that smile,
For the small imperfections that make you, you.