Mirror shows me a girl
Whose chest is flat
Though her tummy is a D-cup,
Whose hair is like a bird’s nest,
Whose face is greasy
Like the French fries she likes
And the burger she eats.

“See this? See this?”
Mirror laughs so hard
Like something is funny.
“You’re so ugly!”

I look at the girl
And we look at each other
Straight in the eyes
And smile.

“You’re a liar,”
I tell Mirror.

“I’m not a liar.”
Mirror makes fake crying noises
And ends up laughing at me.
“You’re calling me a liar
Just because you can’t accept the fact
That you’re not beautiful.”

The girl in Mirror
Sends me a smile of encouragement
Which I accept with no hesitation
“Yes. You’re not a liar.”

Mirror is obviously surprised
By what I just realized.
“So you realized you’re ugly?”

“No, I realized…
That you have poor eyesight.”