When I look in the mirror, I see everything I’m not

I see hints of what I could be

But they are overshadowed by what I am

I see the ugly scars

I see the imperfect shape

Like I could be beautiful

And yet I am not

My hair is neither long nor short

Curly nor straight

It is a mess of frizz and dead ends

I have strong shoulders

But I don’t know how to use them

I am too large and yet too small

The world tells me to love myself

But how can I

When all I see are these imperfections