"Dear me, let us be beautiful or die." - Louisa May Alcott

Let us die then 
If we are not beautiful
The mirror takes a little piece of her self-confidence
And tucks it away
Out of her control
Out of her possession
Out of sight,
Out of mind
There’s a pretty little flower that blooms above our heads
We don’t cut it down
But it weighs us down
It delays us down
It decays us down

Let us be beautiful then
And take away reality bit by bit
And never really feel that it’s enough
And let others be the judges of how we see ourselves
Through the mirror that has stolen that little piece of self-confidence
It weighs us down
We claim this weight is a lightness that forms a smooth instagram halo around their bodies
So why won’t ours cooperate?
This mirror delays us 
It decays the fabric of pure happiness
It decays us
Down