mirror

Today i saw a young girl standing before me I couldn't bare to look at her— I told her that she was hideous. Her nose where too wide, she doesn't even have a bridge, Her stomach were too soft and chubby I analysed every inch of her body. Her lips were pale and small but big at the same time Her thighs are too fat, those stretch marks are way too ugly She began to cry Oh, how ugly she looked when she cried I glanced at her one last time, Before I stepped back from the mirror And let my insecurities win. Why would they want me? I am far too low for their standards.