A woman and a man
A woman and a man stood side by side, Before a mirror they did reside, Both stared with wonder and confusion, At the image they saw without exclusion. The woman saw a face with grace and charm, But something seemed off, it caused alarm, Her nose too long, her eyes too small, Her hair too frizzy, not sleek at all. The man saw a face that was strong and bold, But something was missing, he felt so cold, His chin too weak, his eyes too sad, His hair too thin, not full and rad. They both spoke up, in unison they said, "This image we see, it fills us with dread, What's wrong with us, why don't we fit? Why can't we be perfect, just a bit?" The mirror replied, with a cackle and grin, "Perfect is a myth, a game you can't win, You are unique, flawed, and bizarre, But that's what makes you who you are." The woman and the man looked at each other, Realizing they didn't need to bother, With comparing themselves to some ideal, For their own quirks made them real. So they walked away from the mirror that day, Feeling happy, content, and gay, Knowing that their flaws were part of their beauty, And accepting that was truly a duty.