She says flowers doesn't flourish without rain,
May be that's why I can't look graceful without pain.
She counts calories and carb
Taking up a harsh deit she decides
to starve.

She says my dusky skin tone won't charm mediocrats
But sweety who cares about
those brats .
She grabs the razor shears off those furry hair,
It's just an external layer may be she is
Unaware.

She says my dwarfish stature won't Permit me to feature in magazines,
But Wait! Let me tell you we are born to be real not to be as perfect as machines.
She recollects all the wounds the world has done her soul,
Staring from calling her gross to
Making fun of her goal.

Then she drags herself to the mirror by gently touching her face she whispers
" I don't care a hang about beauty,
Unless I have a golden heart full of equity "