Self Esteem

He wants to keep his eyes on the prize.
But apparently I’m not it.
And I’m actually not suprized.
I’m no Cinderella- the shoe doesn’t fit.

I can’t manage to always rock a look.
I got too many inches around the waistline.
He saw less effort from me than it took.
But never asked if I was fine.

I wish I didn’t meet him when I was skinny.

I wish he didn’t paint me in a canvas the size of a mannequin.
I no longer get the love that he used to give me.
I guess I can’t always win.

My mind has been talking to my self esteem.

They’re fighting to break their new rivalry.
I’ve decided one of us has to go- you or me?

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