I look at myself in the mirror,
There's not much to look at here.
Inspect the angles of my hips,
One side, two sides, I let slip.
Examine my belly,
it's not flat,
It has some pudge,
I sure am fat.
Move up to my shoulders,
They're too wide,
Should I turn around and hide?
I look in my eyes.
Through them I see
I cannot be anyone else but me.
I love me,
Imperfect as you see,
Because flaws are beauty,
as a rose,
One thorn, two thorn,
Here it goes.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
poetic in every way! ..............