She stares in the mirror,
plucking at her eyebrows.
They're too thick,
too thin.
Do they even match her hair?
She pulls and prods at her cheeks,
too pale.
Scrutinizing the discoloration
she got from her mother.
A bitter reminder of imperfection
instead of a constant presence
of her greatest role model.
Her lips are too thick,
Her lashes too short and sparse.
Is that a new outbreak of blemishes
across her forehead?
BQ2016