We are Beautiful

Beautiful - in her own ways,
she never sees it, she won't admit.
She observes - compares
herself,
to her... and her... and her.
Envious of every Jane her eyes falter to:
Why can't I...
Why not me?
I have to be.
Struggling, daily, to change,
instead of accepting.
Wanting, craving to be, really anything
else.
Not because "the media" portrays what's beautiful,
but simply because she doesn't feel good
enough.
Good enough for what? For who?
Not a possible lover, nor any one else,
but simply to be pleased with her own reflection.
The one goal she strives for,
every day
is the one goal that becomes harder to maintain:
Changing, shifting, with her mood,
becoming harder to move,
as her contempt for herself,
and her jealousy of others,
consumes her.
Beautiful.