My insecurities

A petite girl

Trying to stand tall

With glasses

Yet she won't look far

And prominent eyes

But she won't open it fully

And a smile

      So bright, they say

To hide the darkness

With hair that flutters

Tied tightly in a ponytail

She looks in the mirror

And critics every feature

'Why can't I be...'

Eventually, she'll learn that she's uniquely perfect

That she can

Eventually, she'll stand proud as a working woman

Loving every part of herself

And say 'I did.'