You feel ready to do anything to fix yourself up
Dieting you tried and ******* in makes it worse

After spending hours on your hair and make up
Angling yourself best self consciously in party photos

Then crying at home when going through them
For a decent Instagram picture; nothing's good enough

It doesn't make sense because you tried right?
Yet your cheeks are balloons inflated on your face

A smile constrained, painfully stretched across your face
You've forgotten how to smile properly so became fake

You look at your beautiful friends and selfishly wish for their assets
Then sigh wistfully posting a few reasonable pictures and smile

At the heart lifting comments on your beauty that fails to be seen*
**Yet it touches you that others can somehow manage to see it in you.