She doesn't need make up

to make herself pretty

She doesn't need to lose weight

to make herself ****

She doesn't need high grades

to gain respect from others

She doesn't need muscles

to achieve more power

She doesn't need to take off her clothes

to make someone fall in love

She's already beautiful enough..

I look in the mirror
and see what isn’t there
My nose, my hips, my hair
I want to be pretty
Not see what isn’t there
My eyes, my teeth, my chest
I don’t want to meet my eyes
I’m ashamed of that I’ll find
I want to be pretty
Not see what I don’t find
My arms, my back, my legs
My feet, my hands, my face
I look into the mirror
I want to feel pretty
I want to see inside myself
Not see what isn’t there

I remember when I saw you at first, sitting at the front with some ranks on your shoulder - the proctor with cute dimples.

I remember that cute little girl with whom I wanted to have a friendship but couldn’t as I was too shy to hit up a conversation.

I remember that pretty girl whom I met after 9 years and she was just the same as she was 9 years back.

I remember how everything had stopped around me after meeting her that I spent the night just seeing the ceiling of my room.

I remember that silky brown haired girl with whom I have cheerful memories of talking at 3 in the night.

I remember those shining eyes with whom once I had a stroll and she grabbed my wrist with her right hand and the same arm with her left.

And I won't forget that cheerful face who loves to wear her black shoes more than anything else.