Madeline’s Mirror

 

Madeline’s mirror told her she’s fat,

It appalled at her shapeless dress,

Covering a chunk of flesh.

She looked at her broad shoulders 

And big breasts, 

which reminded her of a pile of 

clothes that no longer fits her.

But Madeline smiled and

applied her eyeliner effortlessly.

Her mirror sneered at her 

chafing thighs kissing each 

other when she moves.

Madeline’s mirror found her 

plush lips contradicting 

the pair of flesh 

on either side of it.

It spotted the two chins

fighting for space like

contestants in the combat zone.

Madeline admired her freckleless skin,

and applied her favourite lipstick.

The mirror reflected 

her flabby arms 

complementing her 

saggy belly.

Madeline moved closer 

to her mirror, 

which still in oblivion, 

started to produce

sympathetic smiles at her legs.

It mirrored how her legs

carry all the weight,

hiding under her flowy dress.

Appreciating her silky hair and

perfectly manicured nails,

Madeline hugged the mirror

tightly,

It mumbled something,

And never talked again.