Her Feelings:

Looking through the glass
I see a girl
One of hope and dreams.
Dreams that will never come true and hope that is wasted;
Wasted on silly dreams.
Her life is perfect,
Nothing seems to go wrong.
Her outlook on life is one of great expectations.
She sees the world through glittering brown eyes.
Her shimmery brown hair obstructing her view.
What a beautiful day!
What a glorious world!
But then she glances into the mirror, her dreams go down the drain.
She looks away, ashamed.
What you see is what you get.
But she cannot help but be disappointed.
With who and why?
Herself.
For she hates her appearance.
Her curvy body, her big nose
Nothing suits her, nothing.
She hates the looking glass.
The world full of stereotypes.
She hates herself.
Her self-esteem shot down.
Her eyes no longer glittering.
Her hair pulled back, not getting in the way.
She closes herself up.
Shutting the door that leads into the world.
Ashamed.
Hurt.
Disappointed.
Her feelings summed up into one word.
Her life seems to be less perfect.
She wishes that things were different.
She hates her body, but not her mind.
The one word that sums up her feelings;
Confused.