Do you know how it feels to wish
you were beautiful, sincerely beautiful?

To feel so broken,

when the person you love....
thought you loved....
knew you loved,
thought you knew

tells you that you can never compare
to the image in her mind of
the woman she wishes she were looking at.

and you stretch yourself
thinking that maybe you can grow and shrink
and add and subtract

but where are the flaws?
how can they all be counted when you look like this?

Feet: too big.
Thighs: Too fat.
Hips: too wide.
Stomach: don't ask.
Chest: flat.
Neck: too long.

Face.....
not enough makeup in the world.

Looking in the mirror,
regrets.

Looking at her....
begging to be everything she wants you to be.

*But I'd rather be me.