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.

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