A Conversation With My Mirror

 

Me: Ugh! When did I get so fat?

 

Mirror: You know I hate it when you say that.

 

Me: And if I could just get rid of this scar…

 

Mirror: I love you just the way you are.

 

Me: This patch of freckles MUST go…

 

Mirror: I wish you didn’t think of yourself so low.

 

Me: How on earth do I cover these nasty eye bags?

 

Mirror: You’d look beautiful dressed in just rags.

 

Me: If only my legs were half this size – I’d be much more feminine and pretty.

 

Mirror: Oh what a pity…

 

Me: Nothing looks good on me. I can’t try on any more clothes – I’m through!

 

Mirror: I wish you could see yourself the way I do.

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