She’s down sometimes.
Always wondering if everyone is staring at her.
She sucks in her tummy.
Trying to camouflage the lovely mound that is her lower belly.
Passing by the opaque windows of a building, she gazes at herself.
Did I add weight?
Do I look good in these clothes?
She sighs, sucks in her tummy.
If only she had a flat belly.
The curves are elegant but the tummy!
If only she had a slim face.
The eyes are lovely but the cheeks!
She stares at her face again and sighs.
There’s always a little something that nags at her.
It stands between her and the door.
The entrance to the room called happiness.
This little something, crushing her self-esteem.
It’s a grain of sand hurting her.
It irritates, the delicate flesh of her oyster heart.
Little does she know a pearl is developing within her.