You think I’m vain, obsessed
The reality is that I’m full of wonder
Who could find this face fascinating?
I have never owned a thought of happiness
When staring into this face
Who would it be considered beautiful by?
When I look nothing like the glories
In the airbrushed magazine
Even when they live their normal life
No huge paintbrush following them
Stalking their every curve
Highlighting their every dollars’ worth
Impossible standards to live up to
But sadly we all try.
– Little Ginge x