What do you see when you look at me?
A tired, older woman with a few extra pounds,
Grey hair, fading looks and wrinkles abound.
It\'s difficult to look upon my likeness in the mirror,
The girl I think I used to be, vanished forever.
The girl with the grin and the twinkle in her eyes,
Has been replaced by what I see,
A tired, old and solemn woman, anxious, dull and shy.
How can I be beautiful?
When all I feel inside,
Is ugly, fat and pitiful, from this I cannot hide.
They say that beauty is a state of mind,
But my mind is in a state.
The person in the mirror is someone that I hate.
Take me back, let me press rewind to when my mind was whole.
I\'ll start again, i\'ll do things right and feel so beautiful.
Mrs Beaver 2018